Relief

Written August 8, 2017:

        Today, on August 8, I got my period back. After months and months of starvation and pain, and confusion and hurt, and weeks of work with seemingly no reward, I have something to celebrate.

        The average woman dreads the day her period comes along, bringing cramps, moodiness, and a reminder of the struggles of womanhood. But not for me.

        Today marks a newer, healthier beginning. With balanced hormones, and a working body. With enough fuel to support me and make myself happy. I have been searching for progress in these weeks of recovery, but felt empty, seeming to only move farther and farther away from my distorted image of a perfect me. But within this evening I have found proof that i am getting better. I’m not struggling for nothing. And I am so damn close.