Living with Migraines, one learns how to cope with it by various means. For myself, I digitally paint what I’m feeling, seeing, and experiencing. While the Migraine approaches, auras begin emerging and pain, sharp like an ice pick piercing my brain, colludes with raw throbbing. Until the medicine takes hold, it endures. All too often, the Migraine nearly wins the attack and my entire self collapses in a darkened room. Absent of noise and light, I sink into the darkness, surrendering to the attack until the agony subsides at some point within the next few hours or days. Painting is my relief.