Migraines can become so overwhelming that they dominate my life.
I wake up in pain. All my bones feel like they’ve turned to lead, stiff and heavy. It’s hard to move. Getting up is the hardest thing. Sometimes I don’t, I just fall back asleep.
I eat just so I’m not nauseous when I swallow something in hopes it quells the pain in my head. I drink to swallow it down. I drink more in case it’s a slight case of dehydration.
I bathe to open up my sinuses, open my airways. I breathe in the steam. Washing my hair and body are an afterthought.
I listen to music and talk to family and friends to distract myself from the pain, to draw myself out of my head, out of the pain.
I crawl back into bed as a last stitch effort. My body exhausted after going to war with itself. Physically, I haven’t done much, haunted my house. Bedroom, bathroom, kitchen and repeat. That’s it. I close my eyes and try to sleep. Being unconscious seems to be the only escape.