Last Tuesday afternoon, I was lounging in my living room when a migraine slammed into me like a freight train. No warning. No mercy. Just an all-consuming pulse behind my left eye — and guess what? It happened right after I spent nearly two hours under bright LED lights while reorganizing the garage. That wasn’t…
Let me be real with you—I’ve always been a bit of a gym rat. Lifting heavy things, sweating through a brutal HIIT class, riding the endorphin wave afterward—it’s my kind of therapy. But for years, I couldn’t figure out why I’d leave the gym not feeling accomplished, but *wrecked*. Not sore-wrecked. I’m talking pounding-headache, light-sensitive,…
Lighting. It’s something most of us take for granted—until you get hit with a migraine that seems to punch you straight through the eyes. I learned this the hard way. Years ago, during a long client meeting under flickering fluorescent lights, I felt it coming—a wave of nausea, stabbing head pain, and the urgent need…