Life Vs Migraine: Round 436ish
Throbbing, encompassing pain
Skull too small
I don’t have the time or energy for you, Migraine. I have boys to raise and care for. I have time I need to spend with them. I have smiles my husband deserves. I have projects that need work. I have dishes that need washing. I have exercising that needs doing.
My life is already a balancing act of getting the minimum possible done and doing things well. My time is already stretched too thin.
I have given you so much time and effort and have gotten nothing back from you.
You are a price I have paid since my first pregnancy and your interest rate keeps increasing.
When women give their body to their children, they go into it thinking weight gained, sleep lost, time surrendered.
What we really give is all that and more. My giving is my mind. My word filled, good memory, stress handling mind. All that gone. Replaced by migraines that steal my ability to read, my memory that loses whole chunks of time, my ability to confidently rise above a hectic situation with a smile and a wink.
Take my hands, Fate. Take my feet. Take my body and my mind. My heart I have already given to my family. You think you have beaten me by stealing my precious mind. You have not. I still have my sons and I can see the world through their eyes and their minds. My body wanes but theirs grow.
I give freely. Take it. I will not look back. This is better. I may never beat you, but you won’t beat me either. Dance with me, Migraine. I dare you.
From my heart,
(C) Rachel Flinchum 8/31/2013