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Yesterday I woke to an aura in my left eye. The little glimmer of kaleidoscopic light usually is a harbinger of the worst possible thing that could happen to me on a weekend morning – a migraine is about to visit. As the aura grows larger, starting from the corner of my vision till it encompasses my enter left eye field of sight. It’s so pretty to see and yet it fills me with dread.

For the past 13 years, I have dealt with this news with a singularly combative stance – I will fight. Fight with everything I have got. Usually the moment I receive the message – I immediately rush down to stuff some food in me so I can begin dosing up on paracetamol and ibuprofen, swallowing two of each every couple of hours until I am numb…but able to be productive. 

In this way, I manage a temporary victory with the caveat that I will succumb later when I want. You see despite all this action that I take, a reckoning still comes, just as the sun must rise each morning I must have the migraine each month. I can only postpone but it will be had. I get to a point where the nausea is so strong I cannot ingest anymore painkillers. Then I lay down and let it have a go. It’s painful. Incredibly painful. I always fantasize of having my head smashed off with a giant anvil to save me the pain.

This Saturday, however, I decided to do something different – I decided not to fight it. I decided that I will let it come and visit with me – I know it always goes away eventually, so why not let it go with its first pass. I was reluctant but I did it. Instead of stuffing my food into me like a crazy person – I leisurely made my breakfast all the while counting down to when it would hit. I had my cup of green tea and precisely an hour since seeing the aura it arrived, I welcomed it with alacrity, told it to makes itself comfortable. I got my lavender essential oil, closed my curtains, curled up in my bed in darkened silence, allowed myself a conversation and observation of the migraine.

Though it’s a monthly visitor, thankfully it does not come with my period. I observed, was detached and experienced it. I realised that in the 13 years that I had been combative I hadn’t stopped to realise the grace in accepting and easing into what has to happen. I feel that I was in less pain for not fighting it and letting it be. Of course, my husband was around so he was looking after the kids and without his help I couldn’t have done that. The next day I awoke bright eyed and bushy tailed, head feeling tender like my brain has been bashed around in a centrifuge but I was energetic. Without fighting, the suffering only lasted 24 hours – when I fight, the suffering lasts longer. Easing into the pain helped me. For the first time, I felt like I took control of the pain which in turn reduced my anxiety about the migraine. The beginning of a virtuous cycle.

Do you also get migraines? How do you handle your migraines? Let me know down below.

Hila