I’ve been getting migraines since I was four.

I’ve been in and out of ER’s, had endless amounts of CAT scans and MRI’s, and have been on every trial drug you could think of. I am twenty-four now and still don’t know the reasoning or cause behind them. I sometimes think about just killing myself when I get one because anything has to be better than the pain. I wish that people could understand that migraines aren’t something to be taken lightly because this type of pain, I wouldn’t even wish on my worst enemy.

I was the type of kid that couldn’t go to sleepovers or concerts or anything like that for fear of when one would strike. I have a three-year-old son now and I pray that he doesn’t have to go through the same thing that I did. I know they’re hereditary because my mother, grandmother, and aunt get them as well. I am in the military and just recently returned from a deployment from Iraq, and I think that was probably the hardest thing I’ll ever have to do. It seemed as if everything was a trigger for a migraine, the sad thing about it was that nobody seemed to believe how much pain I was really in. Everyone (including some doctors) thought I was faking everything to get out of working. I’ve been reduced to never leaving the house without at least 2-3 different types of medication because I never know when one will hit. [Tweet this.]

I just hope that one day a cure will be discovered because I am in a constant battle with these migraines and sad to say that I don’t know which is going to win out in the end, Me or them. I feel as if I don’t have control over MY own life and I’m just so tired.