What if all of these migraines mean something?

Memories told me that 7 years ago today I posted “Each of my neurons have a migraine of their own.” to my Facebook page.

A similar sentiment could be true for any other day, too. My body feels like I haven’t slept in days, no matter how actually well rested I am. It’s some form of hell, exhaustion. Working through it has proved impossible. I took some time to try healing myself.I’m very tired. I haven’t painted, or done anything useful and depression has bested me for the first time since I was 24, right after my grandmother died. Maybe there’s a name for this.

At least it’s spring time. I love the flowers.

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