Tomorrow will be the eighteen month anniversary of my chronic illness.
For those who don't know, it's a status migraine: a migraine that doesn't go away.
I don't usually talk about it much. Most of what I do nowadays is pursuing a distraction from the pain and nausea and everything else that comes with my condition. I miss being able to move without getting sick. I miss being able to think clearly. Running. My old games. Music. Art. Writing.
It's so difficult to mourn the life you left behind.