So many things are upsetting about migraine disease including the pain, stigma, and disability. I’ve started noticing how often I lose chunks of time when I’m struggling. It feels as though I’m walking down a dirt road, complete with bumps, holes, and smooth spots, but during a migraine attack I find myself stuck in the loam. The same holds true for when my daughter struggles. Everything stops, and migraine sucks us into the quicksand at the side of the road. Unable to move forward we stop toiling until it lets up and we can crawl out to recover.
Once on solid ground we realize how much we’ve missed. Time with family, school and work commitments, and daily chores are all lost in time. Catching up and making up are just out of reach, somewhere in the fog that follows us through this part of our lives. The road is unstable, exhausting, and painful but is our road to walk. We keep trudging forward, enjoying the smooth spots along the way, and hoping for a more peaceful road. We have no other choice.