I've lost count of the number of months that my uterus has actively tried to kill me with doom cramps, nausea, exhaustion, and the Depression-Rage-Anxiety. My GPs (plural) over the years only know about a handful of times because I hate having to divert money from my food/rent budget to be told I can't possibly be experiencing what I'm experiencing because "yOu'Re On ThE pIlL". Internet, I'm so fucking tired.