NOTE: This post was originally published on my previous blog, The Healing Project.

Sometimes a headache isn’t just a headache… This is something I’ve pondered in recent months as I’ve considered how often I suffer from migraines.
Could it be possible that my headaches serve another purpose beyond causing me extreme pain and discomfort? My thoughts and realizations on this subject will be the focus of today’s post.
Inconvenient Migraines & Other Such Ailments
Last summer and fall, I attended classes three nights per week. Every two or three weeks, we would have a project to complete and hand in for course credit. We would usually be given one class period to use as a “work night” for our projects. After a few months of class, I noticed that I would almost invariably have a migraine on each project night. Was this just a mere coincidence, or was something else behind it?
As I considered my project night migraines, I noticed that I would also get migraines on days or nights on which I had certain other commitments, such as a Toastmasters speech or a social function to attend. It is highly unlikely that my migraines on all of these days happened by chance, so perhaps there were other forces at play…
I’ve also begun to notice that my other health issues have a tendency to come to the forefront at certain critical junctures in my life. My digestive problems, sore throat and swallowing issues, neck and chest pains, and various other ailments often crop up under times of stress or discomfort.

Other fears really do have the effect of greatly limiting our life experience. Our lives can become dramatically smaller as a result of our fears, whether rational or irrational. Many people are horrified at the thought of public speaking. In fact, this fear often places above the fear of death in many surveys. There was a ring of truth to Jerry Seinfeld’s joke that most people would rather be in the casket than giving the eulogy at a funeral! While it’s true that we can all flub a presentation and appear foolish as a result, is this really a fate worse than death?
If someone were to ask you if you love yourself, how many of you would reply with an enthusiastic “Yes”? How about if you were asked if you love your body? I know that for most of my life, I would have found both questions absurd. I definitely and unequivocally did not love myself or my body.