My eyes were full of tears so many times in June for different reasons. Sometimes because of my own pain, but more often due to the stories of others that I have had the privileged to know. I’ve seen the despair of a life with migraine disease, robbing those of the future they had envisioned. Lost with what to do next. I got messages from many who were preparing to enter the hospital, full of questions and anxiety over the unknown. Upon hearing of a suicide in the cluster community, I felt utter despair for the family and a sense my own powerlessness.
I also saw people connect in different ways in the name of migraine awareness. My Facebook feed was inundated with people (and dogs) wearing #shadesformigraine or #haturdayforheadaches. I watched the brightest minds in headache medicine present their research, making me hopeful for the future. I saw the eyes of medical students widen with new compassion after hearing the personal of accounts of those living with chronic pain conditions. I connected with new organizations dedicated to fighting for migraine. I got to share the stories of others who fight every day to live a fulfilled life. I had the chance to meet more of my online family in person, which is such a special treat! And I connected with old friends, choosing to laugh at how ridiculously similar our migraine lives are.
Migraine takes. But it also gives sometimes.