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A picture is worth a thousand words.

That's how all of this began. It clicked, that in this journey I was destined to be on, I was alone. Alone in the understanding that everyone around me saw this "migraine thing" as black and white. How could it really be more than a headache. I mean just take an Advil, you'll be fine, right? Wrong.

There's so much grey. So many layers in-between the positive and negative. So, I decided to stop voicing what I was going through in a half thought out Facebook posts that only received negative feedback from people who didn't belong in my life in the first place.

And so, the black and white photo montage of my blog was born. Every day, what if you only saw it in black and white? What would be missing from the story you were trying to tell?

Turns out, a lot was missing.

And as I began telling my story, I thought I was finding myself.

I was connecting with so many people, I was making a positive impact and people no longer saw these migraines as this fake idea that I let take over my life.

But then they did take over my life. And I kept writing about it. But, in continuing that story, I lost myself.

I don't know when it really hit me, but when it did, I knew I had to say goodbye. Goodbye to what had become my safe space and my connection to the outside world.

But what does that space mean if you no longer have anything else?

So, I want to say hello again, but hello in a new light.

And I'll start by saying, this photo above is staged.

I didn't go out for my 21st... I mean, I went to the base to get a new military ID so I could have valid insurance for my doctors appointment the next morning. But I got all dolled up and had my parents take my picture as I rushed to make sure I wasn't outside long enough for the light to become unbearable.

And so in the middle of a horrible month full of my body rejecting a new medication and my migraines getting worse, I pretended. And pretending felt really nice, because hey sometimes being normal is all we want.

So let me introduce myself, my name is Alex.

To make things brief, when I do my makeup, I wear way too much eyeliner.

I listen to my music much too loud and if you're wondering, yes it's probably some band your parents listened to.

I like fast cars.

I've studied architecture and interior design and rewrote the words to Beauty School Dropout to better fit my studies.

If I go back maybe it'll be something that'll land me a job with NASA.

I like my coffee black and I'm learning French.

So please, join me for this journey. Or welcome back if you've been along for the ride.

I focused so long on the migraine part of my blog, it's time to start focusing on that whole life part.

A.

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