Period pain
A decade ago, I did not realise how much in pain I was until one day I almost fainted. It was just because it was the first day of my period and I thought it was starting to mess up with my life. Something must have been wrong. But it wasn't until I was to depart, to embark in an adventure in a foreign land on my own for the first time, that I checked and (un)surprisingly ended up in an operation theatre a couple of days later. I had a cyst removed, a giant ball that weighed at least 500 grams. Causing me pain, taking hostage my left ovary, of which now just a shadow remains. It was also the first time I was confronted with the question of whether I wanted children or not. Me, who was a closeted romantic, who didn't know if a guy would ever look at me but assumed that one day he would show up and suddenly everything will feel more grown up, more stable, more secure. That I would be able to enjoy the companionship and complicity that my parents shared, because even when thei