On day 3 of MIGRAINE, I start to lose my shit. I start showing signs of mania and agitation. It’s not pretty. It’s not a pretty mind. Medications fail… and I pull back on using them. Instead, I turn to alternate medications like phenergen (antiemetic) or tizanidine (muscle relaxer) or a steroid pack and alternate drug-free treatments like Cefaly and all the ice packs. Sometimes, the freezer just can’t keep up with the migraine.

I’m waiting for my Botox for Chronic Migraine to start working – administered by my neurologist 4 days ago (but almost 3 weeks late from the 12 week mark it was due). It usually takes at least a week and a half to start paralyzing the little muscles in my head and jaw.

Growing roots in my bed. I have worn only PJs for days. I smell like sleep and illness and idleness. No makeup, not even a hairbrush. It is a pathetic state, an embarrassing state. And my brain is a scribble mess of perception mixed with ominous and intrusive depressive thoughts.

The entire body of chronic issues chimes in on the migraine madness; RA a-flaring in hands and feet, sciatica a-fire starting in my right piriformis down my leg. There is heat for that ailment. I can feel my body is completely anxious and bound with tension. I can not relax. It is the typical pain/anxiety circle. I know this place, I remember it and I despise it.

I know a medical massage would be prudent if I could afford the luxury and help. But instead… I’ll just keep breathing: one breath at a time. One moment at a time. There will be a change in this dark path. I know it. I know it because no migraine lasts forever. Time is always a healer. But in the darkness, it’s hard to believe it, even though I know it is true.

Hoping there is a world outside my little messy bedroom, full of happiness and health and joyful humans. God bless you all and be well.

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