My daughter asked me why I never come to her soccer games anymore.
She's seven.
I told her I had a headache.
I stood there in the kitchen holding my coffee.
She wasn't angry.
She was just... stating a fact.
And I realized that's how my life looked to her.
Mom always has a headache.
It started three years ago. First it was once a month. Then twice. Then I started keeping a migraine journal because my neurologist asked me to.
I stopped keeping the journal after four months.
Not because the migraines stopped.
Because writing down how many days you spent in a dark room starts to feel like you're writing down your own disappearance.
"I missed her kindergarten graduation. I missed my best friend's baby shower. I missed my sister's birthday dinner. I missed a promotion interview because I couldn't get off the bathroom floor."
At some point, I just stopped making plans.
Because every plan is just a future cancellation.
The worry of maybe having a migraine became as bad as the migraine itself. I'd RSVP and feel my stomach drop. What if that day is a bad day? What if I get the aura at the restaurant and have to leave before the food comes?
They stopped inviting me.
I tried everything.
Triptans that made me feel like I was underwater for two days. Drugs that made me gain weight and still didn't stop anything. A neurologist who said, "Your migraines are complex. Let's try a new medication."
I didn't want a new medication.
I wanted to go to soccer games.
Years of medications. Dozens of treatments. The same result.
A woman in my migraine support group mentioned she was completely migraine-free after taking this "miracle" supplement. I almost scrolled past it.
I've tried so many things. Every new thing brings hope and then just becomes another failed try to explain to your husband.
But she said something that stopped me.
"I haven't cancelled a single plan in six weeks."
Not "the pain is gone." Not "my migraines are cured." She said she hadn't cancelled a plan. And I knew exactly what that meant.
Because it wasn't about the pain anymore for me either. It was the fear. The constant math. Do I have enough good days saved up to risk this?
WHAT IS THE 'MIRACLE' SUPPLEMENT?
It's made by a company called Migril® and it uses a three-part system designed to stop migraine triggers from turning into debilitating pain.
First, Riboflavin B2 tells your brain to stop taking the bait. Perfume is not dangerous. Rain is not dangerous. Bright lights, skipped sleep — none of these things are supposed to destroy your brain.
Second, you need magnesium glycinate. Think of your brain like a car. Riboflavin B2 is raw petrol, and magnesium has the ability to turn that petrol into usable fuel.
But even then, the car will never turn on without a spark plug. That's CoQ10. It 'turns on' the electrical system of your brain, to make the hamster start spinning the wheel again.
You NEED all three. If one is missing, the process will never start. Migril® uses a formula so potent that you genuinely cannot find it anywhere else over-the-counter.
I was doubtful. I've been doubtful before. But I kept reading the stories — woman after woman saying the same thing. Over 150,000 of them. At some point you stop calling it a coincidence. They had a 30-day money-back guarantee if it didn't work. But based on what I was reading... it looked like most of those 150,000 women never needed it.
Week one, I noticed I was sleeping better.
Week two, the uh-oh feeling came — that thing you feel before the migraine — and I braced. It didn't grow. It was like something just turned down the volume.
Week three, my daughter had a soccer game on a Wednesday afternoon.
I went.
I sat in the cold on a metal bleacher and watched her score a goal and yell "MOMMY DID YOU SEE IT."
I saw it.
Update: I'm on my 6th bottle now. I went from averaging 10 migraines per month to writing this here completely migraine-free. It took around 2 weeks after I started for the migraines to disappear.
Last week my daughter asked me to come to school for her class show. I said yes without thinking twice.
That's new.
