by Karen
(Kentucky)
As a child the migraines were my own personal monster. No pain. Only frightening distortions of people and objects. Fits of strange blindness. Too young to tell or explain what was happening to me. I only knew something wicked came after me filling my head with fear and a sense that I was no longer a part of everyone else's reality. Long kept secrets.
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