migraines caused by emotion?

Migraines caused by emotion?

I just had a bad dream about my mother. We were at my house in East Boston. She was watching tv in the living room. I went to tell her that the fires in the west were diminished or something to that effect and she just mumbled. I started poking her to see if she was alright and she didn’t respond. I knew she was having a low blood sugar event so I told my sister to get some juice for her. I go back to the living room and she is passed out on the couch, lying down like she was dead. I call 911 on my phone and my phone wouldn’t place the call. Then I wake up and my head is hurting. I read for a bit. Took some Tylenol and couldn’t stop thinking about my mother. Now I got a damn migraine. The left side of my head is throbbing.

When I first started getting migraines back in 2004/2005, I noticed they seem to happen when I was in therapy. The more I tried to talk about my emotions, the more migraines I got. They were debilitating. I still worked though. I don’t know how I managed. I had tried several different medications for my migraines till I came across the one I take now. It works fairly well. Then when I found out I had high blood pressure and it got controlled, the migraines became less frequent. I was still getting my menses at the time and migraines would happen around the time I got it. I was migraine free for a long time after my menses were stopped. Now they seem to happen around my dreams and if I have emotional attachment to the dreams. It also happens if I am in the dream rather than just watching as events play out. This is so fucking weird. No one has an explanation for this phenomenon. I tell the doctors and they are intrigued.

I can’t get back to sleep. It my favorite hour. I woke before 2am. It’s now 330am. I took some Ativan to try and get back to sleep. My head hurts. I do miss my mother. I’ve been having dreams about her at least a few times a week. This is the first bad one that I had about her. Her hypoglycemic episodes were always scary. As she got older, it was harder to bring her around and sometimes we would have to call 911 and she would have to go to the ED for observation. Then her sugars would be sky high for a couple days. She would be mad when she came out of the episode and we had to call 911. Sometimes she refused to go to the hospital after she came out of it, when her sugar came up. We’d always keep a close eye on her. I have always been a light sleeper so I would always keep an ear out for her during the night. Old habits die hard. It has been so hard to break this habit as even though she is gone, I am still trying to hear the walker or a thump or something from downstairs. Sometimes my hypervigilance gets activated and it is really hard to sleep when it is. Every noise freaks me out. My nephew would sometimes leave his room and his door would always make a noise. He would go out to make something to eat or smoke. I miss him. I haven’t heard from him in a while. I text him but never get a response. He moved out in June, a week before his birthday. I haven’t seen him since we celebrated his day. He turned 30. I love him so much.

I am going to read Moby Dick for a bit. I am sort of learning about whales from the point of view of the 19^th century and about how whales were captured and taken for their blubber. It has been interesting but some parts have been pretty boring. I have about 50 chapters left. The chapters aren’t that long. I can usually read them in about twenty minutes or so. Just mindless reading. I do love the classics though. I plan on reading Whuthering Heights next.