Dear Migraine, It's Not You, It's Me...
We need to talk. You might want to sit down.
We've been together for about twenty years now. You've been a faithful companion for as long as I can remember, but I'm sorry to say that it's just not working out. I think I knew this from the start. You'd come around infrequently enough at first, but I never really enjoyed your company. You've always been obnoxious and I didn't know how to get rid of you, so I learned how to live with you.
But really, it's not you, it's me. You're always by my side and looking out for me, so I can't complain too much. You let me know when I do something I shouldn't have, like not get enough sleep or eat food with nitrates. Because of you I eat well, take my vitamins, and exercise. So maybe you do have my best interests in mind, but you sure have a funny way of showing it. So I'm just feeling like I need to go it alone now. I've learned everything you wanted to teach me. I've even shared this knowledge with other people. You've helped me grow, develop strength and empathy, and for that I thank you. So, it's not you, it's me. I think it's time we part ways.
Really, you can go now.
I want to do so many things that I can't with this baggage of our relationship clinging onto me. I want to travel, go away for long stretches of time without worrying if I have enough medication, or heck just go to the store without you with me. Even when you're not around I worry about when you'll show up. Like the time you came to visit all of a sudden when I was giving that presentation at work. Seriously? Couldn't it have waited until after I was done? How about when you showed up in my car while I was driving? I had to pull over to deal with you! So inconsiderate!
Ok, maybe it isn't me. It's you, migraine. It's you.
You have no respect for my boundaries, for what I want to do, for my life goals and plans. You think it's all about you. You want all the attention, you take all the time and money I could be spending elsewhere. You cause me so much pain and I wish you knew that you did it. It doesn't make any sense. I do appreciate what you've taught me, but I'm moving on. I want to break up. Goodbye. Good riddance. Go!
I don't care what it takes.
You can have the money, the car, the house. Even the dog! All of it. I'll just start over from scratch. Seriously, what will it take to get you to go away? I am done bargaining. Done fighting. Done, done, done. Whatever you want, take it and leave. I don't care anymore.
Just leave me be, migraine.
Can you tell when a migraine attack is coming?