24/11/2025
My second ever migraine taught me something I'll never forget.
We'd driven down south for a family holiday. I was running on barely any sleep, but I convinced myself I needed to go for a run that morning to ""start the holiday the right way.""
It did the opposite.
A few hours later, we were supposed to head to the beach. Lola was so excited. We had plans for dinner at her favorite spot afterward. Then my vision started going in my right eye. My hearing became distorted. And I knew exactly what was coming—the next 4-5 hours locked in a dark room, just waiting for it to pass.
The pain was brutal. But that's not what broke me.
What broke me was watching my family leave without me. Missing the waves, the sandcastles, the games, the laughter. Missing the moments that matter most.
That's the real cost of migraines. Most people who suffer with them will tell you the same thing—they can handle the pain. It's the life they're losing that destroys them.
It's the birthdays. The beach days. The moments with the people they love most.
That day fueled everything. I refused to let migraines steal any more time from my family. And now I help others do the same.
If you're tired of migraines stealing your time away from the people you love, DM me the word 'MIGRAINE'