āInside the storm: where neurons misfire and silence becomes sacred. A migraine isnāt just paināitās the bodyās cry for stillness, for dim light, for deep listening.ā
There are days when my body speaks in pulses and shadows.
Migraine isnāt just a headache, itās 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 canāt see, canāt think, canāt function at full capacity.
Itās not just the pain.
Itās the disorientation.
The way light becomes a blade.
The way sound becomes a scream.
The way my body insists: stop everything.
At fifty, Iām still waiting for the shift they say might come with menopause.
Still navigating the in-between where hormones, hope, and healing dance in uncertainty.
šæ Migraine as Messenger
Iāve 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 careādark rooms, cool cloths, silence, tea, breath.
It reminds me that healing isnāt always active.
Sometimes itās about not doing.
Not pushing. Not performing.
Just being.
š©āš¦ Chasing Waterfalls, Seeking Relief
This weekend, Iāll take my son and weāll go chasing waterfalls.
Weāll walk into the hush of bushland, let the sound of rushing water drown out the ache.
Weāll let nature hold usājust for a while.
Because even in pain, there is beauty.
Even in fog, there is movement.
Even in struggle, there is love.
š¬ Your Turn: What Does Your Body Ask For?
If you live with migraineāor any invisible stormāwhat rituals help you return to yourself?
Do you find refuge in water, in silence, in movement, in medicine, in prayer?
Iād love to hear your stories.
Not just the pain, but the ways youāve learned to listen.
To honor your bodyās wisdom.
To find beauty in the pause.
Drop a comment, share a ritual, or simply let this post be a mirror.
Youāre not alone in the fog.
And your healing matters.

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