Yesterday I had a visual migraine with no headache, just the semicircular zigzag aura splitting open my perception of reality. The aura itself didn’t last very long, the split sealing up after awhile, but I could feel its sutures on my brain for the rest of the day – a background discombobulation, a wrongness about the world.
What happens when you have a background wrongness that interferes with everything you try to do?
(Am I referring to my ex who pinned me to a perch and clipped my wings for a decade plus, or the warped terrain of my ADHD which is making my new job harder to navigate? I dunno, throw a dart.)
Now comes a winter of stewing, trying to plan things without being able to move, a million ideas bubbling and then evaporating in a vent of steam. I can still feel the seam of the semicircular zigzag aura. I don’t like migraines.
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