Tick. Tick. Tick. Boom. Everyday, every hour, every minute, every second. It’s been 91 days of feeling like my head is going to explode. The thoughts keep piling as days feel as though they're rewinding and replaying over and over. My mind has become a torture chamber, and my life is imprisoned to it. Migraines, they call them. Swallow a pill to tame the beast for a couple of hours, and silently wait for the illusion that your head isn’t blowing fireworks disappear. Repeat; doctors orders.