"Be strong, periods hi toh hai sabko aate hain!" I am so sick of hearing that sentence. People treat debilitating cramps like they're just mild discomfort or "female drama." My cycle was delayed by nearly two and a half months, and the hormonal anxiety had me spiraling. Then today, right as I was putting my shoes on to head out, it finally arrived with a vengeance. Total irony. Now I'm bed-rotting in agony, stressed out of my mind because final exams start next week. My heating pad stopped working two days ago, I have zero appetite, and my lower abdomen feels like it's being put through a paper shredder. To make things even more cinematic, my best friend also got hers today. Her boyfriend showed up at her doorstep with a full care package—dark chocolates, plushies, pain patches, and handwritten notes. Meanwhile, I'm curled into a fetal position staring at the ceiling wondering why nature chose violence today.