Imagine a broiling pool of geometrically-patterned light hubbling and bubbling and boiling over and completely filling over your vision, accompanied by huge mood-swings (or monstrous dreams if I’m asleep), deep muscles aches, aphasia, a racing heart.
That’s what my migraines do to me.
The neurologist told me it was ‘a software problem’ which, I guess, means there’s nothing physically wrong with my brain – just a programme glitch in there somewhere.
I get tired of them.
Image by Danny Caes.