I still remember what I later recognized as my first migraine attack. I was 16 years old, spending a couple of weeks with my family at my aunt’s winter mobile home in Bradenton, Florida. Only it was summer and it was hot.
Blinding head pain – I had never felt anything like it before – and feeling sick to my stomach sent me to the little bedroom to lie down. And there I suffered in silence, which I continued to do during migraine attacks for too many years.
I’m sure my mother asked me what was wrong and tried to help, but I don’t recall many other details of the day. I do remember being frightened but thinking it was the flu or the smothering heat and humidity.
What I recall about my early migraine years are intense but infrequent attacks that I could usually sleep away. The more severe migraine vampires that have sucked life out of me for so many years started visiting in my early 20s.
But with all that has passed, I have not forgotten the day and the event that began my monumental migraine journey…
**This post is part of The Health Activist Writer’s Month Challenge at WegoHealth
There is a prompt for every day of November, and on this, the 26th day, I finally posted!