ā€œInside the storm: where neurons misfire and silence becomes sacred. A migraine isn’t just pain—it’s the body’s cry for stillness, for dim light, for deep listening.ā€

There are days when my body speaks in pulses and shadows.

Migraine isn’t just a headache, it’s a full-body shutdown.

A neurological storm that floods my senses, dims my vision, and demands surrender.

Even with Emgality and Relpax working quietly inside me, there are moments when I can’t see, can’t think, can’t function at full capacity.

It’s not just the pain.

It’s the disorientation.

The way light becomes a blade.

The way sound becomes a scream.

The way my body insists: stop everything.

At fifty, I’m still waiting for the shift they say might come with menopause.

Still navigating the in-between where hormones, hope, and healing dance in uncertainty.

🌿 Migraine as Messenger

I’ve come to see migraine not only as a condition, but as a messenger.

It forces me to pause. To listen. To honor my limits.

It teaches me to create rituals of care—dark rooms, cool cloths, silence, tea, breath.

It reminds me that healing isn’t always active.

Sometimes it’s about not doing.

Not pushing. Not performing.

Just being.

šŸ‘©ā€šŸ‘¦ Chasing Waterfalls, Seeking Relief

This weekend, I’ll take my son and we’ll go chasing waterfalls.

We’ll walk into the hush of bushland, let the sound of rushing water drown out the ache.

We’ll let nature hold us—just for a while.

Because even in pain, there is beauty.

Even in fog, there is movement.

Even in struggle, there is love.

šŸ’¬ Your Turn: What Does Your Body Ask For?

If you live with migraine—or any invisible storm—what rituals help you return to yourself?

Do you find refuge in water, in silence, in movement, in medicine, in prayer?

I’d love to hear your stories.

Not just the pain, but the ways you’ve learned to listen.

To honor your body’s wisdom.

To find beauty in the pause.

Drop a comment, share a ritual, or simply let this post be a mirror.

You’re not alone in the fog.

And your healing matters.

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