I woke up with a migraine. A bad migraine. It knocked me on my ass – big time. It’s beautiful outside and Patrick and I are supposed to (finally) celebrate our wedding anniversary. Right now I’m in a fog. I feel like a zombie. I want to enjoy this day – get outside, take a walk, smell the fresh air. It’s almost 2 PM and I just got out of bed. My feet are dragging on the floor when I walk. I don’t recognize the face I see in the mirror – disheveled hair, remnants of mascara smudged beneath my eyes.

Another day that I’ve lost.