image source and credit I recently had my first date with PMS. I mean seriously people! This shit is BAD! I have always had a tumultuous relationship with my uterus ever since I can remember. Painful periods, endometriosis, a very scary cancer scare last year { ladies, get a pap smear EVERY YEAR! }, we really were not on the best terms for ages, but I can give my lady area some credit – it helped me create these two beauties: But through all my hormonal trouble I had never really experienced this so called “PMS”. I thought “oh yeah, so you crack it a bit at a certain time of the month”, no big deal until the beast within me awoke. I had been on birth control from my late teens to control acne, painful periods and the rest. And my body was only off them when “oops” pregnant at 19 and then having the little guy a few years ago. I felt like a zombie on that shit. GOD it played with my mind, but a girls got to do what a girls got to do. So when the “V” word (Vasectomy) came
TRYING TO FIND THE BLISS IN THE MAYHEM OF EVERYDAY