Well, I say a year when it’s really more or less 7 months. I started this blog in May near the end of the Spring ’14 semester. This blog started out as an academic paper, a research paper believe it or not. A series of vignettes describing my experiences with stigma associated with migraines, disability, the impact on my life, and my experiences in doctor’s offices while I try to solve these migraines. I wrote about that before, it’s a page on this blog, describing what it is. The earliest vignettes are the first posts on this blog.
It’s been a journey, still is a journey. Life is a journey, mine happens to have a couple bumps here and there. Everyone does. Bumps, road blocks and being completely knocked off my feet, same thing. Everything is a learning experience and I’ve learned a lot writing this blog. I’ve talked to numerous fabulous people in the same situation as me. Before May, I knew two people who experienced migraines and headaches the same way I did, and only talked to one of them. After May, that number grew exponentially, and I found this whole community of people on the same journey as me, all scratching their heads much in the same way as I trying to figure this out. Instead of screaming, crying in agony into the void, alone, I was answered. That is just incredible. I was able to answer back to those crying themselves. I never expected to find a community like this on WordPress, Tumblr and Twitter. Every day I am still dumbstruck in awe. Just thank you. Thank you. Thank you. Thank you.
I originally just posted a couple pieces just to see if anyone wanted to read them. It started out as an experiment. To see if anyone would read them.
I’ve grown as an individual in private and publically on this blog. In the last 7 months, I’ve stopped pushing myself to the edge constantly, to my limits and learned to take care of myself. I am the most important thing in my life, not my academics or obligations. I come first, my health comes first. It was a hard transition, always putting school first. It was something tangible, something solid, a paper or quiz, the hard I would get back written in pen on top of the paper. My health, not matter how much I felt it still seemed like an abstract concept, due to the fact that I cannot physically see neurons misfiring, chemicals in my brain going haywire. I’m taking the right medicine now, not misusing medicine that won’t help me in the long run. While the cymbalta isn’t the best medicine to be on, it is helping.
With 2015, just hours away (for me), I’m hoping that 2015 will not become year 8 of my migraine and headache terror but the first year of recovery from them, my first year with low pain since early middle school.
Happy New Year!