Dear my migraines,

We've been well acquainted for almost nine years. You come on when I least expect you to rear up, putting sharp, stabbing pains in my temples. Recently, you've added severe eye pain to the roster of horrible things you provide, and you've upped the ante on whether or not you'll make me sick.

Well, I'm sick of you, even if I'm used to your constant appearance. I thought for a while it was a computer screen, or florescent lights. I've even minimized my time around these to things. I've installed software to make my screens less blue and more sun-like but that did nothing to decrease your effectiveness in taking me out for a whole day. I've taken prescription anti-seziure medication in order to stop you from making your grand entrance, and still, you broke through that barrier.

I'm real tired of you, but you're a part of me and I've made it this far. Even with the frequent, five-times-a-week headache, with the eye pain and discomfort when I'm around someone wearing really strong perfume or cologne, you haven't stopped me from living my life.

I'm almost done with college and we're coming up on a lovely little ten year anniversary. Maybe when that rolls in, I'll be able to say sayōnara but until then, you and I are together and I'm dealing.

No thanks for all the pain you've caused, but I do thank you for the strength you've given me, and the increased ability to handle terrible crap.

With minimal regard for your well-being and much for my own,

Erika

P.S. To my head: You can stop with the addition of tension headaches.