Somewhere in Hell.
I'm going through a severe migraine crisis. But what does that even mean?
It's hard to explain and to transfigure if you never HAD a migraine. I don't wish you to have one. And it's NOT a simple headache.
It's mostly having to choose between taking a painkiller and hoping it will strike your migraine but destroy your liver a bit more OR not taking anything and suffer in silence (basically).
It's not being able to sleep because when you close your eyes, it hurts even more. It's not being allowed to sleep because you know the pain will be doubled when you wake up.
It's having nausea and feeling like you're pregnant when you're not.
It's not being able to put your thoughts together, to control your moves or your hands and so, dropping things onto the ground. It's not being able to talk because your thoughts are incoherent and your tongue seems locked in your mouth. Especially in another language. It's having troubles to focus or read.
It's spending time in your bed, afraid of temperature's changes because it can make the pain grow or dissapear, but you never know which one it will be.
It's praying and hoping for the pain to go away, like it was that easy.
It's trying not to complain, because I hate that, but sometimes it's all you can do.
It's not being able to cry because your eyes are burning so much.
It's wishing you could put ANYTHING (even dirt) to make it go away.
It is now.