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The Effects of When and How We Use Digital Device on Migraine

Is there a correlation between how and when we use digital devices and migraines?

As a writer, my mind often buzzes with ideas in the dead of night or at the crack of dawn. These moments of inspiration would jolt me awake, prompting me to reach for my phone to capture them. But in the process, I would find myself drawn into a digital world, checking messages and social media. By mid-morning, a familiar headache would begin to throb. For the longest time, I failed to connect my phone usage to my migraine attacks, just as I didn’t realize that watching TV in the morning was setting me up for headaches later in the day.

It’s important to clarify that I’m not a medical professional, nor do I have a string of letters after my name. But as someone who has battled migraines for years, I’ve become adept at identifying my triggers. And one of them, I’ve discovered, is my phone use, particularly during the wee hours of the morning.

One common cause of headaches is eye strain. Imagine your eyes’ nerves “relaxing” as you sleep; suddenly, an idea pops into your subconscious mind. You force yourself to wake up, grab your phone, and jot down notes before your eyes can fully “wake up,” adjust to the light, and maybe even adjust their focus. When we do this, we strain our eyes, and a headache is sure to follow; well, at least it does for many other migraine sufferers I know and me. 

According to healthline.com, “When you look at objects or screens at a close range, the muscles in and around your eyes need to work harder to focus. Over time, these muscles can get sore and tired like any other muscle. Similarly, squinting for an extended period may trigger spasms in your facial muscles and the muscles around your eyes. These spasms can lead to eye strain headaches.”

Our eyes need to adjust to our environment to function correctly. When we force them to do their job without adapting to the environment, lights, or focus, we strain them, and the possible effect is a migraine headache.

Other causes of eye strain and migraines include extended use of phones and computers. Excessive glare, uneven contrasts between the background and texts, an incorrect screen distance, and poor posture can cause eye strain and headaches.

Mayo Clinic says, “Extended use of computers and other digital devices is one of the most common causes of eyestrain. The American Optometric Association calls this computer vision syndrome. It’s also called digital eyestrain. People looking at screens two or more hours in a row daily have the greatest risk of this condition. Computer use strains eyes more than reading print material because people tend to blink less while using computers, and blinking is key to moistening the eyes.”

Although extended usage of our gadgets is more common during working hours, triggering migraine headaches, this can also happen when we use our phones in the middle of the night or first thing in the morning. It is also important to note that interrupted sleep can cause migraine headaches.

So, let’s avoid reaching for our phones in the middle of the night or at least give our eyes time to adjust before we get carried away, scrolling through our phones. Easier said than done, I know, especially for busy people like us. What should we do?

Here are a few strategies that have proven effective for me. But it’s crucial to remember that we’re all unique, and what works for one person may not work for another. So, while these tips have helped me, you might find that a different approach is more suitable for you.

  • Jot down everything you need before going to bed. This way, your sleep won’t be interrupted, triggering migraine.
  • Make sure all your reminders for the next day are complete.
  • If you must wake up to check your phone, give your eyes a few minutes to adjust to the environment.
  • If you must jot down something in the middle of the night, use pen and paper instead of a phone. This way, your eyes won’t be exposed to harmful lights from your gadget.
  • In the morning, give yourself time to wake up before reaching for any digital device.

These are some simple ways I found to help avoid migraine later in the day. If you have any other practices, you find helpful, please comment and share your thoughts.

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Roller Coaster Ride

The Importance of Seeing and Understanding Our Support System

If you live with a chronic health condition, you know how challenging and frustrating it can be to navigate life. For example, how often have you had to say “no” to your children’s request to play outside during an attack? How about canceling coffee or tea time with friends or denying a client your service because you have no idea how you would feel the day of the presentation? These things can play havoc on one’s attitude and create bitterness. Sometimes we sulk and keep to ourselves, thinking no one understands what we go through. We sometimes get angry at the people around us, like our support system, forgetting that they silently share the frustration and challenges we experience.

Our support systems, such as our spouse, children, and parents, also live with our symptoms, frustrations, and daily challenges. Though they may not feel the excruciating physical pain or the debilitating symptoms we get, they, too, can get exasperated and overwhelmed whenever we feel unwell; this is true, especially when they feel powerless to ease our pain. Sometimes, we naturally focus on our pain and limitations; however, we sometimes forget that we are not alone in our battles. 

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Years ago, I was diagnosed with Paroxysmal Nonkinesigenic Dyskinesia or PNKD – a subtype of Dystonia. The first few times I experienced my neurologist’s dystonic storm, I was constantly overwhelmed and infuriated. Parts of my body would twist, my muscles would spasm, and I would cry in pain. The random occurrence of my symptoms made it very challenging for me physically and mentally. In addition, I was confused about why it was happening to me. My family would try to help me feel better, but my condition had a mind of its own, and at first, there was nothing my family could do to help but be there for me until my symptoms subsided.

On top of the unbearing symptoms of Dystonia, I also live with a rare form of migraine called Complex/Hemiplegic Migraine, which is also debilitating. The unpredictability of these two conditions made it very challenging to navigate life. As a result, my days are full of ups and downs, like living on a roller coaster that can test anyone’s patience. Just like being on a rollercoaster ride, one moment, you’re having fun, trying to reach the clouds above you, and suddenly you drop, feeling sick to your stomach. Living with a chronic health condition is the same; one day, you feel great, full of energy, can plan, spend time with family, and go to work. However, the next day, you’re stuck in bed, unable to move, in pain, missing appointments, and disappointing clients and family.

There were days when I could not help but feel sorry for myself, but my family was always ready to encourage me, yet there were days when my frustrations would get directed at them. Finally, I would snap at them, saying, “You will never understand how I feel. How could you? You don’t feel my pain?!” 

I remember one time, in the early stages of my Dystonia, whenever I would have an attack, I would sense my husband’s; what I then perceived was anger towards me. I would tell him, “It’s not my fault I’m in pain! Stop being angry at me!” My husband’s reaction to my flares made me feel like I was inconveniencing him. I thought to myself, “How dare he?” I’m the one in pain, living an unpredictable rollercoaster life; how could he be the one angry? Later he made me understand that his reaction stemmed from being unable to express how he felt whenever he saw me struggling. Yes, he was furious; he was frustrated, but not at me. He felt helpless watching me suffer. “I couldn’t help you. I couldn’t make you feel better. I wanted to take your pain away,” he explained. Of course, my husband cared. What was I thinking? He wanted to help me, but he didn’t know how, and I didn’t try to understand. My husband chose not to share his frustration with me because he didn’t want to add to my problems. We had a misunderstanding. Many of our support systems are this way; they see that we are struggling; therefore, they choose to keep their feelings hidden. However, our support systems must have their outlets, too.

Sometimes we forget the people who care for us have a life to live. They have things they must do, deadlines to meet, and businesses to run, but still, they find time to tend to our needs. My mother was the same way. When she was still working, my mother had things she had to take care of, yet; she would find time to come by my house to clean and cook some of my favorite comfort food. She knew my internal struggles; my guilt for not fulfilling my duties; therefore, she would take care of some of my responsibilities as a mother and a homemaker. She stepped up because she could feel my pain internally. The burden on our support system can be heavy. On top of taking care of their responsibilities, sometimes they also have to fulfill ours, which can be stressful. 

We often need to communicate better with our support system, assuming we all understand each other. However, this could be far from the truth. Communication between us and our support system is essential; it is vital in our journey. Communication allows us to know where each of us stands. Are we tired? Do we need to pause? Do we need to talk? Our support system could physically see our pain, but sometimes it’s beneficial to speak with them, let them know how we feel inside, and share our feelings. At the same time, it can also allow us to listen to theirs. Are they tired? Do they need to talk? Do they need a break? We must also be mindful of their physical, mental, and emotional well-being. As chronic illness sufferers, we might not physically assist our support system, but we can certainly offer our understanding and patience. 

Because my husband ensured he cared for my needs first, he kept his struggles in and eventually got sick. I felt awful knowing that my husband was stressed about my illness, which ultimately affected his health. We can avoid these situations by making sure we hear each other out. It took some reflection, understanding, empathy, and compassion to realize that I was not traveling alone in this chronic illness journey. I realized my support system was with me, experiencing the same roller coaster I was riding. I finally saw my husband, children, and parents and understood their need to be heard and understood.

In conclusion, we must see our support system and recognize and acknowledge that they, too, are living with our conditions. It is easy for us who physically feel the pain to get sidetracked and take our support systems for granted. We forget that they have feelings and need to care for their well-being. Whoever is part of our support system, spouse, parents, or children must care for themselves, physically and mentally, just like we take care of ourselves as chronic illness warriors. They, too, need to pause, take a deep breath, and rest. They, too, need to be seen and heard. Let’s remind ourselves that we are not alone in our journey; it is stressful for our loved ones to see us suffer; therefore, it could also be stressful for their health. We must remember that we are all in this together. We must care for each other and hold hands on this roller coaster ride.

THE PROMISE

A Novel

This month, we’re excited to feature The Promise, the gripping debut novel by J.J. Marcell.

The first book in The Green Ridge Series trilogy, this romantic thriller weaves a compelling story of love, loss, and heart-pounding suspense. As secrets unfold and danger draws nearer, an unexplainable force appears to guide the characters toward a destiny greater than themselves. The Promise is a profoundly moving tale that explores the resilience of enduring love—and the quiet power of divine intervention.

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Fork-Tailed Bush Katydid.

Backyard Macro Photography by: Jennifer Senne

For the past two years, I have been immersing myself in the world of macro photography, capturing the beauty of insects and flowers in my backyard and at nature parks. Being based in South Carolina, most of my subjects are local, but I do embark on the occasional journey.
Today, I’m excited to start sharing some of my photos with you. I’ve included some interesting facts to enhance your experience. I truly hope you enjoy them as much as I’ve enjoyed capturing them. I will also share some photos I’ve taken internationally, including landscapes and art photography.

Today, let me introduce to you to my backyard buddy. Meet Scuderia furcata also known as Fork-tailed bush katydid. It is a species under the family of Tettigoniidae, in the order of Orthoptera.

Katydids, while capable of biting when threatened, are generally non-aggressive. They feed on plant materials and both male and female katydids sing to attract mates. Their calls, among the loudest, are produced by the unique method of rubbing their wings together. The rapid movement of the sharp edge of the right front wing against the ridge on the left front wing creates their distinct song, a fascinating aspect of their behavior that piques curiosity.

Note: No insects were harm during photography 🙂

“The Promise”

By: J.J. Marcell

Cover Reveal and Prologue

Coming Out January 2025 – Mark your calendars!

Prologue

February 17, 2022

Was it possible to break an already shattered heart? Hannah Presten tried to conceal her emotions as she watched her husband in her favorite black slacks and a white button-down shirt stand in the middle of their bedroom. Ethan was finally letting go. The room seemed to close in each time Ethan took a step toward her. There was no stopping her tears. She didn’t care. Her tears flowed as she held Ethan’s hands to her chest. Hannah gazed into Ethan’s equally mournful eyes and forced a smile. She exhaled after taking what she felt was the deepest breath she’d taken in her entire life. “It’s Okay. You can go. I’ll be alright.” It was the right thing to do, knowing that Ethan would be happier where he was going, though it didn’t make it less painful. Ethan stood there studying her face one last time as she held her breath. 

Was there an easy way to say goodbye? He knew the answer to that, but there was no other way around it. Ethan had to say goodbye to the only woman he loved no matter how hard it would be. Forcing a smile, Ethan spoke, “You know, I will miss seeing you in this.” He touched an image of a pug on the blue scrubs she was in. There was no hiding it-his heart ached. Barely able to breathe as she buried herself in his arms, he whispered, “I’m sorry, babe.” It was all he could say. What else was there? He was sorry and wished he didn’t have to do this. He wished there was another way, but this just had to be. He needed her to be happy and keep his promise of letting her love and be loved again, the kind of love he could never give her any longer.

Hannah nodded, trying hard not to fall apart. “You don’t have to be sorry for anything, Ethan. We both wanted this. I’d do it all over again if I had to.” She squeezed his hand. “Listen to me. I love you so much, and nothing and no one… You hear me? No one could ever change that—”

“I know, but this whole thing seems wrong. Unfair.” 

She agreed. It was unfair. It was wrong, but it was out of their control. Why this way? She had no idea. All she knew was that everything happened for a reason. At least that’s what her mother used to tell her when she was young, and her mother was right. Hannah had her sets of struggles and doubts in life, but every time she looked back, there was always a reason for why things happened the way they did. God was always in control.

“What we had-have is special and it will always stay that way.”

“I will always love you, angel. You know that, right?” he said.

She nodded as she stared into his teary blue eyes, trying to write every detail in her

memory. More tears fell on the floor as he kissed her deeply one last time. Their bodies pressed against each other, trembling as they breathed heavily in unison, savoring each rhythm their lips made together. Their hearts beat fiercely, and she could only take little sips of air as she wrapped her arms around his muscular body, pressing her chest against his; making him feel each painful heartbeat.

Ethan breathed in her familiar floral scent, her memory, her love, taking it all with him, memorizing her sweet taste, her gentle cries, her heartbeat. He breathed them all and took them in his heart. She bit her lower lip, and his breathing became intense. He pulled her in more, burying his fingers in her silky hair. He couldn’t hold back any longer. He covered her mouth with his, letting his tears fall freely.

Time stood still and neither of them wanted to let go, but Ethan finally pulled back.

“I have to go, Han,” he whispered. He stared at his wife, her eyes still closed,

tears flowing down her angelic face. God, she was beautiful. He will forever carry that vision of her with him. She opened her eyes and more tears fell as she gazed at him. Hannah smiled with that sweet, innocent smile he loved so much. He took another deep breath as he brushed her tears away. “Please don’t forget that feeling.”

Ethan stepped back, and the thought of him finally letting go broke Hannah’s heart

into a million pieces once more. His hands slipped from her grip as he took another step away from her. Her heart thudded. He took one last deep breath, let it out, and gave her a smile that

would forever remain etched in her heart. It wasn’t goodbye. It was love. Hannah stood in the

middle of their bedroom, unable to move, watching the love of her life walk away. Her heart ached, but somehow, there was also peace. She wiped her tears away, and when she glanced back up, like a puff of smoke, he was gone.

Thank you, Ethan, for everything.

Ethan was gone. What was she to do now?


I hope you enjoyed the prologue from ‘The Promise.’ I would love to hear your thoughts, and please consider joining my launch team for updates about the book release. See link below.

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These are what I called Tradition.

Tradition is created, done, and passed from generation to generation. As I write this, I try to recall what traditions were passed to my family, and I can’t think of anything quickly, and I feel sad until it hits me. I was looking at it all wrong. I was thinking of family dinners, game nights, festivities, etc. Yes, these are typical traditions; don’t get me wrong, we had them, but my family traditions weren’t about them. Our tradition was about being kind, compassionate, thoughtful, and generous to others and our family. We were taught to make sure that we pass these traits to our children and their children in the future. For instance, every Christmas, my mother would walk around the neighborhood, passing candies to the kids and a bag of rice and canned goods to the adults. We were not rich, but we made sure that if there were enough blessings to go around, we shared them, and if finance permitted, we would support a charity by sponsoring a dinner or anything they needed; these were what came to mind. A simple gesture of kindness, compassion, thoughtfulness, and generosity can be a rewarding tradition.

Live Life

Daily writing prompt
What are your thoughts on the concept of living a very long life?

Living a long life brings torn emotions. On the one hand, living a long life is a blessing, especially if you surround yourself with people you love and people who love you. On the other hand, if life is full of struggle and loneliness, it could be difficult to want a longer life. However, living longer is not what matters. What matters is living your life to the fullest. Live life with kindness and love in your heart and a heart full of appreciation for the one life you are given.

What gives someone like me direction in life?

This question seems daunting at first, but the answer is simple. First, my faith in God gives me a strong direction in life. Next, his direction leads me to my family, who also provides light into my path. Lastly, my creative mind points me to the beauty surrounding me each day, giving me the direction I need for fulfillment.

My Yellow

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Kayla Senne (2022)

Does the light of 12 hours dare compete with her soul?  

I fret not the potential of dimming  

Her ignition fueled by the world’s coal  

Inexplicable zeal for life brimming  

Warm, frigid is the absence of her embraces  

The male gaze infatuated with her gleam  

Nurturers of time in attempt to paint their faces  

Yet not she knows, does not know it may seem  

Now I mustn’t compare  

I know not such a thing  

Could hold a light to her air  

Oh, my yellow! How your hue can cling  

Let the somber cross her path in hopes of a ray  

Ever so convivial, as honeyed as her sachet