Author: The Mindful Migraine Blog

  • PhD’ing with a migraine

    PhD’ing with a migraine

    I’ve been working part-time on my PhD for a little over 4 years now… and for more than half of that, I’ve had a migraine.  It’s a little bit shocking to realize just how much of my study was undertaken in pain.  But as I inch my way closer to…

  • Doctors behaving badly

    Doctors behaving badly

    This isn’t intended to be a trigger-warning kind of post – my definition of “bad behavior” is not going to be where your mind might be going. I’m just going to talk about a personal experience that left me emotionally winded, nothing more… When I was at my lowest point…

  • Pebble-power

    Pebble-power

    Ok, so I’m always ten steps behind the rest of the world when it comes to trends… I am what I am. But, the other day I came across the idea of “pebbling” and I fell in love. Now, please don’t hold me to account if all of this is…

  • Deprivation (a short story)

    Deprivation (a short story)

    On a derelict property, located on some backwater road of a forgotten suburb, there was a small shed.  Inside the shed was a portable table, on which there was a candle, burnt half-way down as it rested on its tin-can platter.  The room had a door to the outside, and…

  • “In bed” by Joan Didion

    “In bed” by Joan Didion

    Joan Didon (1934-2021) is an American writer and journalist. Her obituary in Vogue casually mentions: “She was afflicted by migraines and was frequently depressed, even wearing dark glasses through the wedding ceremony.” I found a picture on Joan’s website, and sunglasses indoors does appear to confirm she is a person…

  • My first migraine

    My first migraine

    It occurred to me the other day that whenever we experience an event for the FIRST TIME, there is the potential for our hearts and minds to “learn” from how that event unfolded and assume that this is the “normal” way such an event ALWAYS unfolds… that we might accidentally…

  • Hello, my name is “crippled pirate mother”

    Hello, my name is “crippled pirate mother”

    Many months ago, I wrote that “my migraine’s marshmallow snowman” was the strangest heading I could imagine writing for a blog post… well, hold my non-alcoholic lite beer (ginger ale), because life just took a massive turn for the weirder… I didn’t know this, but my phone apparently collates photos…

  • SWIPED (a short story)

    SWIPED (a short story)

    “One last time,” Jim said as he opened the dating app.  He hated to think how much time and money he had wasted to go nowhere and get nothing, but today could be his lucky day so, “one last time.” He popped a heart onto several lovely lady’s profiles, skipped…