12 Jun
Right so I know this is tiny in the grand scheme of things but I have to tell someone who will actually get it. I slept through until half six this morning. No 2am wide awake wondering if I'd somehow flooded the bed. No lying there doing the maths on how many hours I had left. Just. Sleep. For context, the last two months have been absolutely grim. Periods arriving when they feel like it, lasting forever, heavier than anything I've dealt with since my twenties, and me dragging myself through the school run and a full day at work on about four hours and a lot of denial. I've been keeping a little note in my phone of the worst days, just dates and a rough sense of how bad it was, because I've got a GP appointment coming up and I didn't want to go in and say "it's been a lot" and have nothing to show for it. I also started making sure I eat something with iron in most evenings. Nothing fancy. Lentil soup, a bit of spinach thrown in wherever it'll fit, that sort of thing. I don't know if that's doing anything but I feel like I'm doing something, which helps my brain. Anyway. Last night. Slept. Woke up and actually felt like a person. I know one good night doesn't mean it's fixed. I know next week could be a disaster. But I wanted to put a small hopeful thing here because I spent a lot of time reading this lot at 3am feeling like it was never going to ease up, and maybe someone else is doing that right now. It does ease up sometimes. Even just for a night. And that's enough for now x