... I just need to let some things out.
I've dealt with migraines for about four years now. There's some few hints that they've been going on a lot longer than that. Now, I'm fully well aware that my lot in life really isn't that bad. Migraines are a breeze compared to other things. But you know what?
I'm tired of not knowing what's going on.
I'm sick of the pain, dizziness, and blackouts.
I'm frustrated that because of my symptoms, I can't drive. Or take care of my lovely and wonderful daughters for long stretches of time.
I'm not best pleased by the waspishness and cantankerousness that comes with these symptoms.
I am beside myself with anger that I can't be as reliable at my job as I'd like.
I hate the fact that I can sit here all blasted day and be just fine... but the moment I stand up, the symptoms hit me.
I LOATHE the feelings of inadequacy and bouts of depression.
I HAAAAAATE THIS!
