Zero F*cks, Full Power: Notes from the Perimenopausal Trenches

There’s a particular flavor of entirely bizarre that hits during perimenopause. It's like standing in the middle of a whirlwind of emotions—rage, grief, hilarity, horniness (and utter lack thereof), existential dread, and a craving for chocolate-covered salty everything—yet suddenly, from the eye of the storm, a strange serenity rises:

"I hit the walls so I don't hit you,"

I saw this post on a page I follow, and I fell down a rabbit hole of memories and regrets. Basically, in the post, the woman is thinking back to a time in her youth when she was briefly touched by a weird sort of violence that is all but ignored by most of society.