Reflective Essay: The Start Of A Migraine

As I begin to write I can feel it coming on, my veins pulsating inside my head, my eyes starting to display a reddish hue, the back of my head ringing with pain. I can sense exhaustion creeping up, similar to a storm rolling in from the horizon; nevertheless, with much to accomplish, I persevere. It is the beginning of the nightmare I dread every single minute of my life; the start of a migraine.

It all started the first day of fifth grade. I tried to focus on my teacher; however, the constant thump in my head drowned out her voice. Not knowing this feeling, an emotion of fear displayed on my face. I became perplexed, yet resolute. Determined to persevere through this milestone of the first day, I shifted the focus of discomfort from me to other things in class. Having this diversion, I made it through the day.

Withstanding the challenges of migraines at such an early age proved to be a blessing in disguise. I learned adaptation, strength, and perseverance. This metamorphosis empowered me to overcome obstacles yet unseen and helped shape my identity into that of a conqueror.

Continuing to battle major headaches, I turned to sports as an outlet to cope. Basketball, cross-county and track taught me discipline, teamwork and inner strength, all traits I needed for the
Prepared with the tools needed to succeed in college life, I stand resolute in knowing I have the wherewithal to oppugn what future adversities will come. Prepared to take a leadership role at my new university, I am ready to lead students and share my story, to help all along the way. I have set a long term goal of becoming a neurosurgeon, such that one day I can contribute to finding a cure for the migraines that affect 36 million Americans, which not only slow me down, but also impedes the person I admire most of all, my