Ever since I was diagnosed with having migraines, I've been keeping a mental tab on when I get them, what's going on and their duration. I've been getting them more frequently, since starting this job. No surprise there. You try spending 35+ hrs/week around a bunch of white cis dude-bros and see what your mental state is like. /sneer Anyway.....
This afternoon I had the opp to let out a bit of work-related steam, which proved really healing. I also asked two burning questions that had been buzzing around my head and --unbeknownst to me--building pressure for the past two weeks. And it suddenly made sense: these migraines that I get at work, are all due to a lack of communication. This means writing it out, singing to a toilet, ranting to P-Newt, or having a conversation to one of my bosses--I have to get it out, or die.
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