Days 59 & 60: (The Beginning of) A New Age

Last night, I opened 8 Cymbalta capsules one at a time, dumping and dividing the tiny beads inside them so that I would be taking a little less each day, ending next Monday. The beads are about the size of the salt grains that come in packages with frozen soft pretzels. We did this a…

Days 56 – 58: The More They Stay The Same

Monday brought more headache, frustration and car trouble… at least I was able to get Zo to her first Daisy Scout meeting, and my dad came to the rescue with jumper cables and it was all very easy, though I was breathless with anxiety about my former boss’s hybrid SUV being parked quite nearby in…

365 Days of Migraine, Days 40 & 41

I am trying not to feel as though increasing my Cymbalta again is a defeat. I have been fairly debilitated by depression for about six weeks; I’ve waited long enough. I’m hoping that the improvement will come soon. A longtime family friend commented on Facebook today that she thinks of Migraine365 as a “graphic journal.”…

Days 34 – 39 | Charlotte’s Web & a hard week

I have been soul-dead this past week. So much so that I know I have to return to my original, higher dose of Cymbalta after so carefully and triumphantly decreasing to 30 mg six months ago. My headaches have been some improved, so my depression got worse. That’s what happens. I don’t know if it’s…

In Through The Out Door

I don’t know what’s going on with me. I have noticed that the times I’m most depressed, I don’t have a migraine. Could the depression be part of the prodrome? Is it that the chemicals usually involved in my headache don’t have anything else to do? Bored serotonin, making me miserable. Until recently I don’t…