When I was a little girl I used to get migraines. Not all the time, but one or two a summer for sure. They usually came after days of swimming and a lot of sun.
You can imagine how scary the intense pain was for a child. I would sink into the covers of my bed and rock back and forth with tears streaming down my cheeks. I wouldn't speak to anyone...
Except my father.
My father was the only one that could make it all better. I don't know how it started, it might be that he had migraines as a child too...or maybe he came up with the magic cure all on his own...but however it came along, it worked. And only HE could make it work.
He would sit by my side and rub the hair away from my forehead in large wide strokes, and then quietly tell me the story.
A cloud would come into my room and pick me up. It would gently take me up the sky where the wind would be in my hair and the stars would twinkle above me. The wind would be warm and calming, as I would float westward towards the sea, and Hawaii. Once in Hawaii I would sit on the beach and run my toes through the warm sand and watch the waves wash again and again against the shore. Soon the cloud would pick me up and take me on my journey back to home. But not before I accomplished the most important task of my journey...
I would take my headache, and throw it away into the sea.
And you know what?
When I threw it away...it really DID disappear.
Our bodies, or minds...they are crazy complicated, but one thing I know is we have more control over our bodies than we may think.
Now as an adult, I take my headaches, my worries and my fears...and I throw them out to the ocean of the blogging world.
I'm not kidding, it takes the pain of the day away, and helps me sleep at night.
When I came home from Disney a couple nights ago, all I could do was lay in bed and go over and over in my head the events from the week. I got up after a good hour, and began writing my post that went up yesterday. Writing it all out, and letting it go, led to me sleeping like a baby when I went back to bed.
Did you get that? I was able to let it go!
And so it is with all the clutter in my swelly brain. Letting it go...writing it out..is freeing. I don't need to stew. All I need do is write out how I feel.
Years ago, before I began blogging, I had a particularly upsetting experience at a family wedding. I didn't sleep for two weeks, going over all the things I wish I could have said to the people that were around me at the time. My husband suggested writing it all out. I wrote a letter that was 7 pages long. Every word that I went over and over and over again in my brain was finally released from their prison.
I never mailed the letter to anyone, but I was FINALLY free of those feelings.
Believe it or not, there is a reason for me going on and on about all of this...
I'm on a mission to get one of YOU, my dear lurkers, to start a journal. It is as easy as opening up a notepad, or opening up your laptop and clicking on "Microsoft Word."
Set those feelings free! Write about your frustrations, your fears, your guilt, your happiness! Write a letter to your child, or your husband...or even yourself. You don't even have to write out anything, you can make a list...or bullet points.
If you don't have a close friend to do some latte/hot chocolate therapy with...this is a wonderful alternative.
You don't need to publish your words...trust me when I say, it is enough just to get them out of your head. I've written a few blog posts that I never published. Writing it out is enough sometimes. Sure, you might have such a backlog of feelings, it may take days, or weeks to get them all out. But once you do...
Take YOUR headache, and throw it into the ocean.
You may be surprised at the results...