I stood in tree pose at yoga, my arms raised in a V above my head, and nearly cried tears of joy. “I am strong,” I thought. “I am alive.”
No words suffice as I try to describe that moment. I keep typing and deleting, typing and deleting. My thinking is huge, philosophical, emotional.
“When you’re going through hell, keep going.” That Winston Churchill quotation has gotten me through many years and countless migraine attacks. I haven’t had to apply it to my life in a year. I call that remission from hell and officially declare that I am no longer engulfed in flames.
I still have constant head pain and migraine attacks more days than not. Fatigue, brain fog and depression still nag at me. I may one day return to symptoms as severe as during The Worst Year of My Life. I may, in fact, return to hell. But I’m not there right now.
Acute medications are working. The diet is irritatingly restrictive, but combined with DAO, it means I no longer get a migraine every time I eat. I can even occasionally choose to eat foods that will trigger a migraine, then stop it with a triptan and naproxen.
It’s not perfect. I’m not cured. But I can breathe.
My life feels wide open.