Ugh, today's one. I got up and within an hour went back down.
Depression headache, there's no other explanation, followed by tears and a worse headache, and finished with a full-blown migraine was my morning's dip in depression.
Huh, I wonder what one should call a depression in depression?
I closed the blinds, turned on a quiet fan, stripped and sipped on ice water very slowly so as not to shake my brain too much.
I carefully removed my ponytail-holder and gingerly brushed my hair.
Once all of that was done, I curled into the fetal position and prayed for peace.
Migraines, in my experience, hit when I am blasted by a bright light or go up in elevation too quickly. Today's culprit? The glare of the sun off the snow. I always take down the valance, pull up the blinds and enjoy the sunrise while I walk on my treadmill to my cardio mix. I burned calories, but I didn't get any in because nausea is the nature of the migraine beast.
So, I'm dizzy, photosensitive, audio sensitive, nauseous, crying silent hot tears uncontrollably, and I look like a pod person from the Matrix.
Not my best day.
But, my 2 1/2 year intense cognitive-behavioral-therapy kicked in and I emailed my Mother. I let her know, I'm at a 6 out of 10 (worst) on the depression scale. She came to the rescue with crab rangoon and Goobers.
We're going to watch the last ever Extreme Home Makeover Joplin, 7 Homes in 7 Days together.
I am depressed, and I am okay.
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