My story is a beautiful one. I have a loving mother who battled migraines throughout my childhood. At the time, I didn't understand. I thought she just got headaches. Looking back now, I realize how much pain she was fighting through with a smile on her face. She gave my brother and I everything. And I can't thank the world enough for giving me my mom, Rose.
I now understand what she battled when I was younger, because the love of my life, Sarah, coincidentally also has chronic migraines. Being so close with Sarah has shown me how bad they really are. Yet, Sarah has the energy to inspire me everyday. She finds the energy to cook some of the most delicious and nutritious meals in the world (Om members are welcome to stop by anytime to have a taste!). She found the energy to visit hospice patients on their death beds and used music therapy to make their last moments on earth joyous, all the while battling splitting head pain from cigarette smoke whirling through the patient's home. I could go on and on. She makes me smile and laugh everyday and has given me heaven on earth.
I was raised by a powerful woman. Now I am marrying one. And I can't help but think there is a connection between migraines and powerful women. Although I wish migraines didn't exist, my story with migraines is a beautiful one because of the beautiful women in my life. Namaste.