I didn’t plan on sharing my story with the the world. Not until I was encouraged to do so by a loved one who saw me struggle with my health and the consequences of my health problems every day. Before I started writing, I never really believed that there were other people out there who lived with chronic daily headaches like I do. I had never met or talked to anyone who lived with anything close to what I live with. I live with chronic daily headaches and migraines. For me, this means that I have a headache 24/7. It sounds like an exaggeration, but I promise you that it’s not. I have some type of headache all of the time. While the intensity varies and changes frequently and without warning, the frequency is the same: it’s always there. It has made me change my way of living, from an active young adult always looking for adventure, to a wishful young adult who lives a rather stagnant lifestyle yearning for more adventure and more answers.
I started writing because I needed a coping mechanism. I had to find some way to release all of the frustration that had been building up over time, weighing me down. It has helped me more than I ever expected. When I find myself feeling very low, I turn to my writing. It helps pull me out of the darkness. As I found myself climbing out of the darkness, I realized that maybe I could help pull others out their darkness as well. I realized that while I was helping myself cope through my writing, I could also help others like me who really needed a hand to help them up.
I write to help people feel supported. To help them feel less alone. To help them remember how strong and brave they are.