I was drawing my dad a series of portraits of himself throughout his life for his birthday. There was one particular picture, one of him in the army at 18, that I just COULD NOT get down. I tried to make an outline 3 times before I burst into tears and dramatically yelled, “I can’t do it!”. I was full on sobbing. It was a mess. I had decided that night that I’d never draw again and I cried myself to sleep. The next morning, I woke up soaked in blood because my period came on. Hey there, PMS! I actually DID go on to finish the portraits and my dad liked them very much!