What is the one recurring thought that constantly creeps in during a bad migraine attack?
When will it end!
I don't want to do this anymore!! After 44 years of it, I am tired.
How long this one is going to be ?
Why am I alive?
I seriously do wonder what purpose there is in being prone to recurrent debilitation.
I remind myself that just as an ill-fitting pair of pants is moot to my attractiveness, so too is Migraine moot to my value as a living being.
The thought still arises though.
Chronic illness challenges me to stay loving to myself.
The upside is deep compassion for others.
