This is a post by Denise Stange Khadkhad
“I´ve been suffering from migraines for the last 15 years. I´ve cancelled dinners. I´ve called in sick way too many times. I´ve spent way too many hours in a dark, quiet room. I´ve been depressed. I´ve felt helpless. I´ve felt hopeless. I´ve missed so much in my life due to this ‘pest’. I´ve asked myself what I´ve done to deserve it. I´ve asked myself if I´ll ever know what it is to live without a migraine.

But believe it or not, there´s a positive side to all this:

I´ve also learnt to appreciate life when I´m not having a headache. When I´m feeling well, I don´t waste my time complaining, arguing, whining about anything. The sky is bluer then. The flowers are more colorful, the world is a beautiful place and I feel like I could fly! I´ve learnt about my strength, that If I can get through a one-week long migraine I can get through mostly anything. I´ve learnt to appreciate the people around me more. After all, putting up with a migraneur is not the easiest task. Those are the ones who really love you and you should be thankful for having them in your life. Also, I´ve been able to help other people with the same problem – either by giving them an encouraging word or sharing with them whatever works for me in matters of relief or prevention.

I know it sounds a little selfish, but when I realize that there are millions of other people out there suffering and battling this cruel condition, I feel a little bit more hopeful simply by not being alone! :-)

And I pray that they be as strong as they can, that they continue trying to find ways to feel better, that they try to get something positive out of this whole thing. I know it´s not an easy task, for I know how debilitating a migraine can be. But remember: you can already consider yourself a hero!”
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I really try to visit this group every day. I have found it to be more of a help than I could ever have imagined. Just to know that there are people going through exactly what I am going through, is such a comfort. I love my friends and family, but they can never know what it’s like to be me. These people do.

A long time ago I used to say I always felt like I was my own hero. Now I don’t feel so out of place for saying that. Turns out I was right.

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