Ginger Vee My Chronic Life

I’ve had electric “lightening strike” like pain on the right side of my head since 2nd grade. I lived with migraines for years thinking people just always had head pain…then 10 years ago it become far more than “migraine” pain, but had just begun to communicate my pain. A year ago, I got a diagnosis. Why? Because a friend told me about her “lightening strike” pain and I literally said, “wait. That’s not normal?” I fell at 3 years old, I had cognitive issues and pain my whole life, then 10 years ago I was around kind, supportive, empathetic co-workers who cared about me, genuinely, and they recognized my pain. For the first time, I wasn’t (couldn’t) hide my pain any longer, and slowly learned that I was far from “normal”. Growing up, my voice didn’t matter. Pain equated to selfishness. It was easier just to stay quiet and “fake” being well, and surpress my needs. Well, through love and compassion, and a lot of hard, personal work in therapy, I have learned/am learning, that my pain is valid and it does not make me selfish to manage it. It’s just a part of my life. I have learned to speak up for myself, and am learning when to ask for help; that help isn’t shameful. In fact, it’s pretty courageous and it is in the best interests for you and those around you. I realized I had more fun once I communicated my needs and adjustments were made, and my friends have more fun because I was more comfortable & apt to have fun. I’m so thankful I realized that it is safe to ask for help, not selfish or pitiful. I’ll always be grateful for every ounce empathy and compassion; and kindness.🤗💜💜