Not My Migraine

You can have it.

Actually, I wouldn't wish it on anyone.

If you're around me long enough you might start to notice that I never refer to "my migraines" or "my hypoglycemia" -- but rather say things like "THE migraine" or "THE hypotension."

That is because I refuse to own it. I have developed a perfect hatred for migraines, and I intend to separate myself from them. Why? Because they are from the pit of hell. Satan wants them to be part of who I am so he can make me weak.  

But God uses them to make me strong.

I am not "that girl who gets migraines." I actually am a very dynamic, intelligent, sensitive individual who loves to eat pesto and has a good ear for music and doesn't feel threatened by controversial conversation and can organize anything. As for migraines, I am a fierce opponent of migraines. The person God created who is *me* has nothing to do with migraines.

I appreciate being asked how I've been feeling. When it's at it's worst I hate having to spend all my good time describing what it's like, but also feel a need to clarify what it's like so I can get the help that I need.

I also appreciate those who ask me about other things in my life besides the junk.

Because, despite all the junk I have gone through, I have been richly blessed. Blessed with family, lots of awesome friends (I have more friends at this stage of life than I ever have had in one place), a body that is constantly being antioxidized and detoxed and nourished with nutrient-packed food (I wonder if I could describe how good that feels...)... a new passion for baking (I can't stop), rare theological education and experience, and a safe place to call home. With air-conditioning.

The latest pharmaceutical slogan for migraine drugs is "My Chronic Migraine." You may have seen their ads. "MyChronicMigraine.com." Now I could understand MyPuppy.com, or MyBaby.com, or MyPrettyHair.com, because those are something by which you positively define yourself. But when we start defining ourselves by negative things that are not us but merely happen to us, before we know it we are buddying up with a disease. And that just seems gross.

Did you know they even invented a name to call people who get migraines? "Migraineur." Doesn't it sound so sophisticated? So, I am supposed to say, "Hi. My name is Kati and I am a migraineur."

Um, no thanks.

My name is Kati and I am a child of God. He is against migraines and so am I. Now let's talk about something else.