I hate the fact that I get migraines after a crying session. I’ve been battling this migraine for 12 hours now and it’s only gone down a minimal amount. I’ve been resting and napping all day, to no avail. Sounds make my migraine worse. Leaning my head down makes it worse. I’m trying not to take any medication because the last time I took Meloxicam for my tendonitis last week, my kidneys didn’t like it. Funny how your own body tells you take a break.

I haven’t had a migraine in a while, luckily. I used to get a migraine every 3-4 months the past two years. Perhaps it’s a sign that it’s not worth the trouble and stress.

I can’t afford to think any negative thoughts. My mind flashed briefly on the same feeling I had when I attempted suicide. For just a split second before I realized, “This is wrong.” Luckily I don’t have that willpower anymore. I hardly have the energy to do anything today. This could be another depressive slump. But this, too, shall pass. And I can’t wait until it does.