Spring 2002, that’s when it all started. I was in boarding school. Nothing dramatic happened prior to it; no physiological change, no mental trauma, no depressive spell. It was like every other day, when it seemed like a parasite had woken up from its slumber, in my brain. It started stinging from the inside, and it has been doing so recurrently ever since.
Why am I doing this? There’s a certain comfort in expressing one’s disability. But, the dictionary has always felt really scarce whenever I’ve endeavoured to express my pain. Most chronic pain sufferers experience plethora of irrepressible thoughts; migraine is no different. Once these thoughts are externalized, there’s a better chance to view them objectively and carry out a renewed conscious effort to defeat the pain. Read more