Test of Today - Migraine on Monday

November 3rd, 2025

Howdy.

Today’s post will be brief - for the very simple reason that my brain and my mind are not cooperating today. If you have never experienced a migraine, I think you should count your lucky stars (and thank God while you’re at it).

I’ve suffered from chronic migraines for almost a decade now. What causes them? No idea, but the doctors have alluded to the potential link between hormonal fluctuations as a potenital cause. Chronic migraine syndrome is a condition that mostly affects women, it has not been vastly studied by the medical community.

Most women’s issues aren’t studied and if I get into that now, my migraine will only worsen, so I will leave that can of abhorrent worms for another day.

So instead, I’m going to poetically describe what my migraines feel like and some of the random tricks I’ve seen women on the internet try to subdue their migraine symptoms.

Migraine on Monday

It starts as a deep itch, one that can’t be scratched,

you have a sneaking suspicion that its coming but you can’t be sure.

So you do what the books tell you,

eat something salty, drink lots of water, and rest.

Then, it emerges despite your efforts without a cure.

Going to the doctor, well, that would be another test.

Relating to Dracula and the vampiric feeling,

where light is the enemy and darkness is healing.

When aura is not seen but felt,

on your bare head, you’d rather let ice melt.

Pulling your hair or pressing your eyebrows intensely,

brings more relief than the medicine they recommend immensely.

For a migraine is not fixed by lying down,

but it sure as hell will make you frown.

The worst part of it all though,

is thinking at all,

is like your brain stubbing your big toe.

I’m hoping this will be gone tomorrow. I might have something more juicy to write about tomorrow…

So, ta-ta for now!

Disclaimer: I don’t use AI to write, research, or edit my content. I like to use dashes so please don’t fault me for that!

Test of Today - A Committment to Myself

November 2nd, 2025

Hi, there.

I woke up this morning, already anxious about writing today’s post.

I decided to challenge myself this month despite the feelings of doubt and fear of failure. I made this promise to no one but myself, so if I decided to break that promise on the very second day, what would that say about me?

Breaking a promise is one of the worst things a person can do to another person, be that in business or in a relationship. I wondered how often promises are broken and if people keep track of the promises they make.

Before I entered the legal industry, I always thought that corporate law would be easier on the emotions than family law, and at times, that can be very true. However, if I have learned one thing over the years, it is that money means more to some people than their own family (also speaking from personal experience here so I may be biased).

We learned in school that “power corrupts but absolute power corrupts aboslutely.” Replace money with power and the same stands true. I am of the opinion that there is no such thing as an ethical billionaire and here is why.

This past week, I called out Taylor Swift in the comment section of an instagram post regarding her billionaire status. Now before the capitalist bootlickers rise up, I don’t believe in ethical billionaires because I do not believe any person needs or should be allowed to have that kind of wealth. I got a lot of push back from Swifties, telling me to focus my criticism on Bezos and Musk. While I do not disagree that they too, suck, and are guilty of mass exploitation and various human rights and environmental violations, I don’t understand why Ms. Swift is exempt from all criticism at all? Because she is a woman? Well, Oprah, Selena, and Kim K. all deserve to be criticized for their wealth and neglect towards basic humanity as well.

No one person should be exempt from criticism. Nor should anyone be applauded for perfomative actions such as donating to local food drives or giving your own employees bonuses (both of which are tax deductible aka allows for more wealth hoarding).

From the plague that is celebrity culture and the eery parasocial relationship created by fandoms, emerges a codependence between the fan and the celebrity. To support someone so much that you would be willing to not only emulate their attire, follow their movements, and spend your life savings to see them in concert from a distance for less than six hours, is inconsciounable to me today. I cannot understand it. What does the fan receive in return for their efforts and their hard earned money? What had to have transpired for their to be such a deep, soul binding connection between these two people? Where the one being adored has no knowledge or understanding of the person they are performing for, the patron of their talent at the end of the day.

In the Renaissance, patrons of the arts would commission pieces and watch the artists create. There was a symbiotic relationship between the two, where the artist’s work would hopefully gain favour of the other elites and thereby raising the status of the patron of the artist themselves. So, I often wonder, is it the same today?

Does the average fan act for the same purposes as the patron? Does the artist care about the content of their work or only that they gain the favour of the elites? Who held the power in the relationship? The patron or the artist?

Regardless of the artist or the patron, what will last beyond either of the two is the art and the influence it generated. Often because someone (a royal) paid a lot of money to buy and secure said art as their own. Why else do the wealthy (including European Museums) hoard so many artifacts and pieces away from the public? Money is status and money determines power.

Sorry for the philosophical meandering. I say all this to make a point, I swear. The point is - money corrupts. So when a person has access to all the money (and power) they could never fathom, it will corrupt them. Therefore, billionaires are not ethical because there should never be enough wealth accumulated to acheive that status.

When Taylor Swift and Oprah Winfrey decided to tell millions of people that they were champions of human rights, supporters of women, and they gained the trust of the masses as well as amassing their fortunes, did they not make a promise to the people that supported them? To the fans that gave them their platform? To their employees that put in the work to get their voices heard?

I was personally heartbroken to learn that Oprah wasn’t the humanitarian I grew up believing her to be. I felt like she had committed fraud and I was genuinely puzzled that people didn’t hold her accountable. I’m still astounded at how well her PR team works to keep her name unsullied in the public eye. So I guess I shouldn’t be surprised by the Swifties tenacity and propensity to live this life, idolizing a persona not based in reality (even despite the alleged N@zi associations).

So, I wonder about the promises made and not kept. I wonder about the unspoken social contracts formed and then later broken.

Anywho - those are my ramblings for the day. Instead of breaking a promise to myself, I reflected on the ferocity of Swifties and their loyalty to their supreme leader.

Day 2 - Success? You let me know!

Ta-ta for now!

Disclaimer: I don’t use AI to write, research, or edit my content. I like to use dashes so please don’t fault me for that!

Test of Today - Getting Started.

November 1st, 2025

Hello, again.

It has been a few years since I allowed myself to share my thoughts, at least officially that is. For my friends or followers who haven’t muted me yet on Instagram, you all know that I haven’t stopped expressing my immense discontentedness with the state of the world and its affairs.

I started to write so many times but I was, and still am, going through a period of great uncertainty and insecurity in my life. For the past few years, I’ve been recovering from post-concussive syndrome, along with battling a host of other issues that I won’t delve into right now, but ultimately, I have been trying to heal. In my personal opinion, having experienced both mental injuries and various physical injuries in my life (broken bones included), physical injuries are often easier to cope with.

I never had issues focusing. I could read for hours and hours and not get tired.

My mother would have to check on me after my bedtime to make sure I didn’t stay up reading. My family would try their hardest to distract me from the pages of whatever young adult novel I was reading at the time but it never worked.

So when I wasn’t able to read like that anymore, I got angry. I didn’t know it at the time, but I did. I was constantly frustrated with myself, staring at my library in resentment, thinking about how the words on those worn out pages used to bring me comfort and even joy. I read one book over two years for leisure.

12-year-old me would have been ashamed to say the very least, and she wasn’t very soft with her words.

I didn’t realize I was so angry and so frustrated with myself until earlier this year. I placed an order of books from an indigenous bookstore because they were donating to the Palestinian Children’s Relief Fund. The books arrived but remained in their box until months later.

Then I started a book that I thought would inspire me. While it did just that, it also made me cry and face realities that I didn’t expect. What I thought was going to be a pointed and critical discussion about immigration and racism transformed into exploring deep trauma from assimilation to the systemic disenfranchisement of immigrants to the barriers against women in healthcare and the stigma around mental health struggles. So it took me a couple of months to get through the first book of the year - I AM SORRY.

But then I decided to read something - light. The way that I wizzed through that book in less than 48 hours while still working full-time made the inner child in me do cartwheels. My husband, who I have been married to coming on three years now, was shocked. Even though he sat right next to me for the majority of fixation until I was complete, he was in awe (his words, not mine).

I cried. Not because the book was sad or my husband’s reaction, but because it was the first time in our whole marriage that I was able to read and enjoy it the way I used to. I was called a nerd throughout primary and secondary school. I took pride in that because it didn’t prevent me from also being the bossy leader of the study groups or the goofy chorus singer in the school play. So when I finally realized that in the last few years, I wasn’t acting like myself in so many ways, it was the silver lining I was unknowingly searching for. It was a sign that I was finally getting better - barring any more reconcussions (there were a few…).

So in the spirit of moving forward, for the next thirty days, I’m challenging myself to post my thoughts about my daily struggles. I’m using this time as an opportunity to gain my back some confidence but also to hold myself accountable, to myself. I owe it to myself to get better, physically and mentally.

Thus, my test of the day was just getting started. I have struggled with prioritizing myself and my goals. I’ve been insecure and unsure of myself and my voice, therefore, I decided that the best way to break out of that cycle was to commit.

I look forward to the next 29 days and what tests await me. Hopefully I’ll learn a few things by then.

Ta-ta for now!

P.S. November came at the perfect time because I needed a reason to start this and give myself a deadline. What better deadline than my 27th birthday?