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In the last 2 weeks, I've noticed myself getting more emotional, I feel permanently tired and overall less *ahem* sexually interested in... anything or anyone.
At first, I attributed being more emotional to my new relationship, because I'm trying to be more open with my feelings. Still, it was a quick change, if it was really a genuine one. Maybe it's due to Jason? I'm not 100% sure, but I've never cried over what should be an innocent text message or while listening to a sappy song (okay, I've done the latter before but not often).
I also have enough projects, essays, soccer games, skating classes, volunteer activites and such on my plate to make me feel like waking up everyday is just for the point of ticking off items on a checklist. I'm pulling all nighters where I get no work done. And that defeats their purpose. I'm just so exhausted, all I can do is think and analyze in an almost paranoid manner. It's almost like I'm an onlooker accepting defeat. Basically, not much work has been getting done since Friday. And it's crunch time!
Lastly, even though I really do like Jason and am sexually interested in him (without a doubt), I've noticed it takes a lot more for me to get into the mood. Or if I do, it's like someone or something presses the off switch within a few minutes and it's back to square one. Even at the OYL AGM this past weekend, with 693 delegates (of whom most were male), I couldn't find one guy I "hypothetically" wanted to hook up with. What the hell is wrong with me?!? Again, maybe this is partly because I really do like Jason, but the lack of sexual interest is just unfathomable for me.
Of course, this is all freaking me out and I find my face is breaking out in response. Usually that only happens when I'm stressed. But I don't know... It was pretty clear for the last few weeks, which would in essence disprove this theory, since I've been super busy and in a sense, stressed, since the term began.
All of these things on their own didn't make sense to me, but last night I was pulling another unproductive all nighter and I decided to google Yasmin, the new birth control pill I started taking just over 2 weeks ago. To my shock, I found multiple forums where women who were either taking the same pill or had previously taken it were describing similar symptoms. While there were exceptions, as Yasmin like all birth control pills has helped some women, it got me thinking that maybe it's not just me having a breakdown.
Actually, besides the workload and lack of concentration I'm dealing with right now, life's not too bad really. I'm actually pretty happy! But a few things just don't fit... That's where I suspect Yasmin. Maybe I'm crazy, but I'm going to keep taking the pill for another couple weeks. If things get worse, I'll stop but really... could it all be so simple? I guess I really do hope it's the pill and not me.
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In the last 2 weeks, I've noticed myself getting more emotional, I feel permanently tired and overall less *ahem* sexually interested in... anything or anyone.
At first, I attributed being more emotional to my new relationship, because I'm trying to be more open with my feelings. Still, it was a quick change, if it was really a genuine one. Maybe it's due to Jason? I'm not 100% sure, but I've never cried over what should be an innocent text message or while listening to a sappy song (okay, I've done the latter before but not often).
I also have enough projects, essays, soccer games, skating classes, volunteer activites and such on my plate to make me feel like waking up everyday is just for the point of ticking off items on a checklist. I'm pulling all nighters where I get no work done. And that defeats their purpose. I'm just so exhausted, all I can do is think and analyze in an almost paranoid manner. It's almost like I'm an onlooker accepting defeat. Basically, not much work has been getting done since Friday. And it's crunch time!
Lastly, even though I really do like Jason and am sexually interested in him (without a doubt), I've noticed it takes a lot more for me to get into the mood. Or if I do, it's like someone or something presses the off switch within a few minutes and it's back to square one. Even at the OYL AGM this past weekend, with 693 delegates (of whom most were male), I couldn't find one guy I "hypothetically" wanted to hook up with. What the hell is wrong with me?!? Again, maybe this is partly because I really do like Jason, but the lack of sexual interest is just unfathomable for me.
Of course, this is all freaking me out and I find my face is breaking out in response. Usually that only happens when I'm stressed. But I don't know... It was pretty clear for the last few weeks, which would in essence disprove this theory, since I've been super busy and in a sense, stressed, since the term began.
All of these things on their own didn't make sense to me, but last night I was pulling another unproductive all nighter and I decided to google Yasmin, the new birth control pill I started taking just over 2 weeks ago. To my shock, I found multiple forums where women who were either taking the same pill or had previously taken it were describing similar symptoms. While there were exceptions, as Yasmin like all birth control pills has helped some women, it got me thinking that maybe it's not just me having a breakdown.
Actually, besides the workload and lack of concentration I'm dealing with right now, life's not too bad really. I'm actually pretty happy! But a few things just don't fit... That's where I suspect Yasmin. Maybe I'm crazy, but I'm going to keep taking the pill for another couple weeks. If things get worse, I'll stop but really... could it all be so simple? I guess I really do hope it's the pill and not me.