Today I broke my own heart. I’m going through my migraine journal and copying the most important info on to a calendar. I have about a year’s worth of daily entries to copy down, and while reading some of them I’m having feelings. Some of my worst days are just heart-breaking to read.
Today I don’t feel too terrible. Of course I am in some pain, but it’s not major. It’s kind of hard to look back on the bad days and accept that this is my life.
Those are some of the highlights. The worse the pain is, the worse my handwriting is I guess?
I guess that I am right, some days are hard to exist. But for whatever it’s worth, I’m doing it.