I got my period today, for the first time, in like 15 months. I'm feeling kind of melancholy about it.
I'm not one of those womyn who despises her period. On the contrary, I like that I can bleed each month. It balances me out.
The arrival of this period signifies the end of something I can't quite put my finger on. Maybe just the process of conception, gestation, and birth. My baby is growing up. He is probably my last one.
So, bleeding marks the end of a cycle for me. I'm sad to see it go.