It’s the day after therapy, and I woke up in the middle of the night with a killer migraine. Those are usually attached to a part of me on the inside. K (part) is the one who has been going through these difficult memories and sharing them in therapy. I shouldn’t be surprised about her getting a migraine, because she has gone through so much lately.
K is a fighter and I am so proud of the work she has done, and continues to do. She is spunky, out-spoken, and does not like to talk about painful things…but who really does?? Since we figured out she has the migraines, we know that it is a body memory, and usually they can’t be fixed with meds.
I have a “cocktail” of meds to take when it comes on, since migraines are debilitating, but it knocks me out. I sleep and give it time to dissipate. The problem is, I don’t like taking meds, these particular ones make me groggy the rest of the day, and I sleep for 8-10 hours. Now, that may sound awesome, since I only get 3-4 hours a night. It’s the after effects of feeling drugged, that I don’t care for very much.
Thankfully, it doesn’t happen very often these days. And I am glad I have a plan, with a way to combat the migraine. K has spent all day wrapped up in her gray, soft, and warm blanket. We feel so secure and safe inside our own private cave. Somedays it’s okay to lay around, in your PJs, with a fire and warm cozy blanket. It’s like being wrapped up in the arms of our heavenly Father, who says, “I will never leave you, or abandon you.”