Migraine Trilogy Part 1: I’ve Had Migraines Since I Was Two. Here’s What I Know Now That I Wish I’d Known Then.

Most people don’t get their first migraine until their teens or twenties. I got mine before
I could tie my shoes.

I was two years old the first time a migraine knocked me flat. Of course, nobody called it
that yet. I was a toddler — crying, inconsolable, sensitive to every light in the room. It
took until I was five years old before a doctor finally put a name to what was happening
in my head. Five years old. And even then, the diagnosis felt less like an answer and
more like the beginning of a very long set of questions. When I was sixteen, a
neurologist told me I could get a migraine with no warning, and in the same amount of
time it takes me to blush.

More than four decades later, I’m still learning. But I’ve also learned a lot — about my
triggers, my body, and how to live a full life when your brain occasionally decides to
declare war on you. So, if you’re newly diagnosed, or you’re the parent of a child who
just got that same confusing diagnosis I did, I want to share what I know. The stuff the
pamphlets don’t always tell you.

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