So, I’ve been dealing with this constant bleeding—or maybe it's more of a brownish discharge, or sometimes it looks like a really light period—for about 15 days now since I ovulated, and honestly, it feels different every single day.
It all kicked off with some brown spotting right around the time I was ovulating, so I just assumed it was some weird periovulatory thing, you know? But then this "period" just won't quit...
At first, it was just minor spotting, so I figured it would pass, but then one day I felt like I actually started my period again—my stomach was cramping pretty bad, and the blood was bright red, just like a real period, though it wasn't super heavy... then after five or six days, it felt like I started "bleeding" all over again—stomach pains and everything—and now it's been going on for seven days straight.
In total, I've been bleeding for 17 days, if you count the brown discharge, the little breaks where it stops, and the actual bleeding episodes.
I see some people mentioning ovarian cysts online, so I guess, is it possible that a cyst actually ruptured?
The only thing I've really changed lately is that I started taking black seed oil, because I heard it's supposed to be good for cysts, so I can't help but wonder if maybe that somehow triggered a cyst to burst?
Has anyone else ever dealt with something like this?
So, I just had a period that was incredibly short, plus it was super light and really pale in color.
Normally, my cycles have always been pretty heavy, involving clots and lasting anywhere from six to seven days.
But then, about fifteen days later, I start getting this brownish discharge again.
I thought to myself, okay, maybe it's just ovulation, or perhaps some kind of periovulatory bleeding, but the thing is, this "periovulatory bleeding" lasts for five whole days. Sometimes it’s just a little bit, but other times, I guess you could say it feels almost like an actual period.
darksurfer4 said:I just happened to notice what she’s got written right under her avatar—calling herself an "idiot." Honestly, it’s just tacky to go around labeling yourself that way; it screams a massive lack of self-confidence and basic self-respect. Now, look, I’m certainly no saint—I’ve struggled with my own bouts of insecurity in my time—but even at my lowest, I never had the decency to sit there and write to myself that I was some kind of moron or anything along those lines.
Then there are those people who are perfectly aware they're acting like fools—just like everyone else, really—and they don't see any issue with slapping that label on themselves. I suppose they think it serves as some sort of lesson for others, a way to encourage people to reflect on their own actions or perhaps practice a bit of empathy or compassion... though, if you ask me, that doesn't necessarily point toward a lack of confidence. Instead, it might actually suggest that a person possesses, and has the capacity for, the constructive use of healthy self-criticism?
Karen Cook7 said:I'm reading through this thread—probably just because it was the first one I saw. I’m not really part of this crowd, and I doubt I’ll even bother replying to anything else here.😁
Richard Rodriguez17, what is actually wrong with you? You're an ego-driven mess. Honestly, the last person on Earth who could stand you is probably your own mother, and you've driven her right to the edge.
Seriously, you cursed God right in front of her and she spent two hours in tears. She doesn't care about you, or any future daughter-in-law, or even God at this point—she's clearly just exhausted dealing with all of you. Just catering to your little tantrums. On top of that, you're so full of yourself, thinking the entire world should be revolving around you.
Looking at how much you complain, it seems like you blame everyone else for your own flaws—medication, a niece, your dad, your brother... you could go on forever.
Maybe try working on your self-esteem a bit. It shouldn't involve taking your frustrations out on your family like this.
As much as I hate to admit it, you might actually have a point.
But family dynamics are incredibly complicated, and I don't quite know how to explain it without getting way too deep into the weeds.
I get the impression that my dad secretly resents Mom because she isn't that "perfect housewife and saintly woman" she used to be for all those years; she started working in the last few years, you know, and became more "independent"... and he can't handle it.
And I also feel like he’s constantly nudging us to treat her poorly... but then again, she can be extremely exhausting and nagging herself. She's so nitpicky. It's just constant criticism about how you are this or aren't that; she rarely says anything nice, and when she does, it's usually wrapped in a critique, or it's unsolicited advice that nobody asked for in the first place.
I don't doubt for a second that she loves me, it's more that we're just too "enmeshed." I need to find a way to break this unhealthy cycle with her (which shows up in my dating life too, since I struggle to maintain healthy relationships with guys or people in general), but I feel like I have to do it delicately so I don't hurt her, while still finding a way to stand up for myself. I haven't learned how to do that yet. I admit, I can be pretty tactless sometimes. But her reaction really caught me off guard—the fact that she cried so much. Even though I showed her I felt bad, even though I empathized and let her cry it out, I ended up just reverting back to playing the role of the "good girl," the protector and the emotional pillar.
It also hurt that during the therapy sessions she attended with me—even though she wasn't technically the patient—she would pick up information just so she could use it against me or hurt me later. That's actually part of why I stopped going.
I'm not pointing fingers at anyone else, but the truth is my fuse has gotten much shorter lately, which I guess is a known side effect of starting certain medications. I don't blame my little sister, but it's hard not to get frustrated when you're constantly having to clean up the mess someone else makes in their room. I wrote about this in another thread once—everything from breaking electronic devices to ruining makeup, lotions, and perfumes. But I've dealt with that...
As for her being exhausted from catering to everyone, that's true. But she's the one who put herself in that position.
ironrider11 said:Forget about what's happening right now, or what your shrink thinks—even if he's being pretty blunt about your weight—and what he's suggesting as an option... what do *you* think? Are you actually strong and independent enough (and not so wrapped up in yourself and your own struggle) to handle something like that?
I remember reading somewhere that people who are deeply depressed, or feeling lost, or those who haven't quite built up a solid character yet or just feel completely helpless, tend to start viewing their psychologist or psychiatrist as if they were God, someone who will just guide them through everything, and I guess that's exactly how I've been feeling lately.
I honestly don't know if I'm ready. I have these periods, these specific days, that are just incredibly painful, where I'm not just hitting rock bottom, but I'm somehow beneath the floor itself. I find myself hiding the kitchen knives just so I don't hurt myself or so I don't do something impulsive when my head starts spinning, and the whole time, I just feel like I'm taking one step forward and ten steps back.
Besides, I can't help but feel like I'm just a burden to them. I stopped seeing my psychiatrist because, in the meantime, both my mother's and father's mental and physical health took a turn for the worse, so they can't really support me right now (we used to drive three hours every other week just to get to the appointment)... I've become somewhat disillusioned with the medication and everything else, too. I've partially turned into a vegetable from all the drugs they've been pumping into me. I don't even know if finding a psychologist or a psychiatrist nearby would actually help, or if I even have the strength left to open up to anyone ever again. It would be best if I could just organize all this locally on my own, but I suppose I'm just too much of a mess and too dependent, so I don't know; I just don't have any faith in myself or my own abilities... and I don't even know what I'd say to a psychologist or a psychiatrist at this point; I'd probably just sit there in silence, and I don't see what the point of that would be.
Steven Brown5 said:So, what exactly did you say to her?
I mean, just be nice about it—tell her "sorry, Mom," and then maybe add a little, "please don't touch my window again unless you want me to lose my cool!" 😆
Linda Lee4 said:You aren't a bad person just because you had an impulsive reaction. We all snap at someone every once in a while. My parents have lost their cool with me before, too, but it never lasted long because they know it's not who I really am. A little sulking and then it's over. Besides, I've seen them react to their own parents the exact same way.
You can always apologize, but you should also try explaining that you're going through a sensitive phase right now, dealing with antidepressants, and that you need some understanding.
That was exactly how it went down. Thanks for the advice.
darksurfer4 said:I wouldn't call that true love; she seems to have no one in this world besides her mother, and if I'm sensing correctly, her own mother doesn't really have anyone either except herself. It makes me wonder if her parents aren't on speaking terms.
Yeah, my mom and dad don't really see eye to eye, I guess. It's hard to put their relationship into words, honestly. For the most part, Mom leans most heavily on my brother and the grandkids, while I just sort of exist on the periphery...
My psychiatrist thinks moving out isn't the right move for me right now. He seems to feel that I'm just not quite strong enough or independent enough to pull off something like that yet.
velvetstag5 said:Swearing like that isn't good for you. It doesn't accomplish anything; in fact, if
God exists, then it's really bad. You directed that toward the greatest good.
The reason your mom was crying might be because she realized how vulnerable you are and that you
hurt her, so she feels for you. That would actually be a good sign and give hope for things getting better.
However, if she was crying just because she felt insulted, then that's totally
disrespectful!
Why? Because she's putting herself and her own ego first, which means she loves
and respects herself more than her own child.
That's not a healthy way to grow. It's bad for everyone.
I have to admit, I've found myself dwelling on this exact same thought before. In my estimation, she was likely crying because of her own ego. And frankly, this isn't even the first time a situation like this has played out.
feralpilot0 said:The author actually has a diagnosis—maybe try reading the title of the PDF thread you're replying to. Her posts clearly show nothing but pure frustration with a mother's manipulation and coldness.
I suppose you’ve hit the nail on the head there. Honestly, it seems like she cares way more about maintaining this image of being the perfect, superior person in front of her daughter-in-law, her father, or even her own mother, than she does about my actual well-being.
That conversation we were having earlier was really about my aunts heading out on their trip. My mom asked if I wanted to tag along with them, and when I pressed her on who else was going, she just mentioned herself and my brother’s wife. I mean, I had to ask how they even managed to coordinate all this behind my back, and she just gave me this vague "just now" response. Honestly, it gets under my skin how she constantly tries to push me into these confrontations with her and her crowd; it’s like she uses me as some sort of sacrificial pawn because they find me irritating. And sure, they irritate me too, but what am I supposed to do about it?
For instance, if there's a family outing planned and his wife is going to be there, I usually just stay home. I never feel comfortable being in her company, and my mother knows that perfectly well, yet she keeps putting me in this position by asking me over and over again. Maybe I’m being a little bit jealous, I suppose. But whenever I try to brush it off with a joke—like saying, "Oh, so you and your little bestie are heading out without me"—she takes offense at my tone. I'm not trying to be difficult, I'm simply trying to avoid her provocations.
I really should have handled things differently, but at this point, it’s all over; I just dropped to my knees because she could see how much I was struggling.
Anyway, I’m basically being given the silent treatment right now. I was sitting in the living room just a moment ago, and neither my father nor she would even acknowledge my existence. My dad doesn't usually talk much—truth be told, whenever I ask him anything, she’s always the one who jumps in to answer for him. But not this time. When I tried to address him directly, he just completely ignored me, refusing to say a word, and then she finally chimed in just to say, "in the bedroom."
It wasn't even about asking for a favor or anything like that; I just needed someone to grab my medication for me, so I simply asked where they were kept.
I suppose she feels more guilty about the fact that I lost my cool and started shouting, especially since my daughter-in-law heard me swearing from upstairs—and you know how much tension there’s always been between her and her. Of course, the daughter-in-law was probably thrilled to hear the drama unfold... we all live under the same roof, after all.
A few days ago, I was watching Donald Trump on TV and I just thought, "Man, he’s clearly not right; he can't even look people in the eye." To give you some context, I was actually at the psychiatrist with her, and I was so overwhelmed that I ended up crying through almost the entire session. By the time we were leaving, I couldn't even bring myself to look the doctor in the eye during our goodbye, which prompted him to lift his head and tell me that I really should try to maintain eye contact... though, honestly, I struggle with it because my self-esteem is pretty much non-existent lately.
Before we even started, she mentioned to the psychiatrist that I’d gained weight, and he just brushed it off, saying, "Oh, it's nothing, three pounds is nothing, she's only 140 lbs, don't be ridiculous."
Then, a couple of days later, I found myself snacking a bit more than usual because of PMS, and every single time I reached for food or even mentioned being hungry, she would snap at me, telling me I had already eaten enough or that I was getting fat. I tried to explain that I have way bigger things to worry about right now than the number on a scale, but she just laughed in my face.
And then there were those times when she’d toss out the word "FAT" under the guise of a "joke." She does stuff like that quite often, and usually, I just kind of swallow it and let it pass. But now, since the psychiatrist went out of his way to reassure me that I am not overweight and that I shouldn't obsess over it... it's starting to really sting whenever she calls me fat.
The real issue, I suppose, is that I am incredibly emotionally attached to her. I think it stems from the fact that I don't really have a relationship with my father or my brother—well, calling it a relationship might be an overstatement—so I have this nagging fear that if she gets angry with me, I'll end up completely alone. It feels like if she decides to cast me out, I'll be totally isolated from the family, and honestly, most of the time, I already feel like an outcast anyway.
In my family, the word "sorry" just doesn't exist in our vocabulary, so I didn't exactly offer an apology. I mean, I spoke in this sort of repentant tone, but honestly, I was just pissed off at the time.
And I suppose that’s supposed to count as an apology, if you want to be technical about it.
It’s not like I’m out here cursing God on a daily basis—I rarely swear, really. But she and my father curse me a million times a day, and I just take it.
Is it really such a massive sin to curse God?
Would it have actually made things easier for her if I had just said, "Screw you"?
I did say that once, just one time, and all she said to me was, "Well, my mother is dead." 😵😵
I told her straight up that I was upset, but then she just went right back to giving me the cold shoulder while I was trying to work in the kitchen later on...
I ended up cursing God at my mom in a fit of rage, and now I’m just sitting here feeling terrible about it. She actually started crying.
I’m currently on antidepressants, so I guess I’ve been feeling a bit more aggressive lately.
It all started because she wanted to close the window I had opened—it was just getting so stuffy in my room, you know? So, she walks into my room and asks why the window is open, I tell her not to close it, but she insists on doing things her way anyway, and then I just snapped and started cursing God... I even told her I have to curse God because she won't listen to me. Honestly, I was already worked up from an earlier conversation we had, plus my brother's little kid made a huge mess in my room, and I had to clean it all up, so I was already on edge. Those are just some of the reasons, I suppose, or maybe they're just excuses for why I acted out.
I did mention to my psychiatrist that I've become more aggressive and irritable since starting the medication, and he basically just shrugged and said it's normal since I used to be more self-destructive before this.
The thing is, my mom isn't a believer at all, so I don't really get why it hit her so hard, especially since I'm an atheist myself. She cried for nearly two hours, and then later she just completely ignored me when I asked if she was still going out with my sister-in-law like they planned. I eventually went into her room to ask if she was still mad, and she just looked at me and said, "I did everything I possibly could for you, and this is how I'm being repaid."
Am I actually a piece of work here, or is she just piling guilt on me for no reason?
So, I was at my doctor's appointment earlier today, and they ran an ultrasound, which apparently revealed two polyps—one of them is about 10mm in diameter, if you can believe that.
I suppose I should ask, has anyone else here dealt with something similar? And more importantly, is there any specific diet or certain foods one might consume to potentially shrink them, or even just prevent them from getting any larger?
It’s quite frustrating, really, because I keep stumbling upon all these detailed posts regarding postoperative diets and what people ought to eat when dealing with gallstones, but when it comes to polyps specifically, I can't seem to find anything useful at all.
Laura Castillo6 said:You shouldn't give more than what you’re actually okay with losing. If you end up sitting there later tallying up everything you contributed and thinking about how people took advantage of you, then you didn't give out of kindness—you were just being selfish in the first place.
Think about it like the way a mother gives to her child without a second thought. It's pure. If you aren't ready to let go of something, then don't bother giving it at all. Otherwise, you're just going to walk away feeling used. And honestly? It’s usually not even because people actually exploited you, it’s just because you can't seem to give without secretly hoping for something in return.
At that point, you're just acting like a walking calculator.
I've even seen people who give just because it makes them feel better while they're stuck in a terrible headspace. But true giving should be effortless. You should be just as indifferent about giving something away as you are when someone hands you something for free.
Are we talking about physical stuff here, or is this more about the intangible things in life?