Migraine

This project started following a particularly nasty attack, and coming out of the other side feeling like I’d been through an ordeal.

The kind of ordeal that knocks the wind out of you and has you reevaluating your life choices. The ordeal you talk about with your colleagues on a Monday morning when someone asks you what you got up to at the weekend.

Except, I spent most of the weekend in agony with my head in the toilet. I can’t share that. No one wants to hear me talk about the thorns and the despair when they casually ask how I’m doing. So I mumble something about having a migraine, they say oh no poor you and we all move on.

But I want to talk about it. I go through something horrible, something incurable and recurring that is a part of my life and I don’t want it to be a secret. I want to be able to explain what happens to me and know that you get it. And to be clear - you don’t need to do anything.

So here it is, the reality behind the message, “I can’t come, I have a migraine :(“