My PMS is quite eventful, with unbearable low phases, where I end up questioning the purpose of my life altogether.
No successful career, no ambitions, no bank balance, no partner, just a lot of mental health and physical issues. It hurts sometimes, retrospecting life's trajectory. Definitely not what I thought I'd become. And now that content writing is almost on the verge of getting fucked up by AI, I am uncertain of my future either. If this is not existential crisis, I wonder what else is!
And the worst, these thoughts keep occuring only a week before the bleeding starts. To be honest, cramps are better than these thoughts. Atleast I know cramps aren't permanent but this? These thoughts? These thoughts about life? They are definitely permanent.
I know, I know. No one in this world would be completely happy, everyone goes through existential crisis yada yada, but I have only me to worry about my present and future and sometimes past also, and I might as well do it?
Blabbering, on yet another existential crisis event. Where I wish and hope this is nothing but a pre-menstrual syndrome.
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