I was hoping for a little more insight into his triggers and struggle to find them. I did appreciate his honest depiction of his family life.

As a 12 year old, I was diagnosed with chronic migraine and dealt with it almost every single day until I was 15. Those were truly the worst 3 years of my life so far and many of the symptoms and emotions that came with them made me feel even more of an outsider and crazy. This caused my self-isolation and I never spoke about what my darkest thoughts were. When I discovered this book-I was reading Oliver Sacks' The Man Who Mistook His Wife For A Hat where he mentioned A Brain Wider Than The Sky-my heart actually began to race when I read the summary where he mentioned the "almost Stockholm Syndrome-like attachment to the migraine." I had actually believed that I was crazy for almost wanting to hold on to the pain. I didn't understand that it was possible to be so accustomed to the pain that questions like "what would I be? Who would I be if not for this pain that I carried every day?" were completely normal. Similar to depression, which I now have either from a mix of migraine or genes but probably both, I embraced it in order to continue on and I held on to it so tightly that it eventually became an almost sadistic friend that I continued to miss after being away from them too long no matter how evil they were to me. I didn't understand that this was a normal occurrence until I read this life changing book. To be completely honest, now that I am past those years of migraine, my mind has blocked much of the experiences that I had due to them so reading this book was almost as if I was reading my own story that I had forgotten. When he discussed the clear euphoria he felt during or right after his migraine, I suddenly remembered once during a particularly bad migraine as I was jabbing my thumb into my right temple-always the right temple-to relieve the pain, I was thinking about life and it's meaning and suddenly it all became clear and I felt as if I had unlocked the secrets to the universe, no joke. I wish everyone who was close to me during these years, or anyone who is close to me, would read this book to understand what I had to go through and to understand how it has shaped me as a person. If I had the chance to change anything, I would only change the timing of reading this book so I knew for a fact that I wasn't alone and so I could understand this affliction better. The pain taught me my own will to live and perseverance and I would not be who I am today without that experience (wow can that sound any more cliché?). I still have migraine, and have more than I admit because of how minor they are compared to how they used to be, but after reading this book, my entire idea of it has changed and I understand so much more than I did before. Andrew Levy really did change my life with his thorough research as well as his own personal experiences and I would highly recommend this book to anyone, whether you are the migraineur, love a migraineur, or just seeking more knowledge on this interesting, yet not well known, affliction that affects millions of people worldwide.

These are some passages from the book that struck me as being good descriptors, or that I could really relate to, in order of their appearance in the book. One thing I don't have in common with many of the migraneurs he describes, sadly, is the sensation of elation or clarity that apparently follows some peoples' migraines. Mine are just followed by exhaustion and more pain.
[My notes in square brackets.:] Any bolding or italicizing is mine.

~ With aura or withou, with pain or without, daily, weekly, monthly, once in a lifetime, the migraine is a simple thing. It is a nerve-storm, as the nineteenth-century physician Edward Liveing called it, as convulsive and as electric as any other storm, nerve cells and blood vessels all shook up (Elvis had migraines, too), because your eyes took in too much light all of a sudden, because of a tall cup of coffee (caffeine stops some migraines but makes others), menstruation, a chocolate bar (maybe), a glass of red wine or a glass of white, cigarette smoke, air travel, that storm front coming down from Denver, the leaves falling off the big oak in your front yard, that extra hour of sleep you got last night, the hour of sleep you lost, too much heat, too little water, too much stress or too little, that other headache, the painkiller you took to stop the last migraine, the last migraine itself, your Eastern European grandmother's errant genes, nothing at all. (p10)
[This really is the frustration of migraines - there are so many things that can set them off, and so many of those things are unavoidable. It's like an unwinable game whose rules you don't fully understand or know.:]

~Soon there was just this little extra madness in the air, just a flirt of something. Early, still August, and the left side of my vision clouded over like a snowstorm, more blurring than blocked, and irritating - I can't explain it, but it really angered me, so bad I almost wanted to punch myself. I was slowing down, too, missing my cues. Standing in the center aisle of a pharmacy, blinking into its lights, forgetting what I wanted or even how I got there. (p65-66)
[My brain slows down about the same time I get the aura, and it becomes very difficult to piece words together. At this point, I start talking more slowly, hesitantly, another clue for those in the know.:]

~ And even worse, Siobhan [his wife:] half an hour late, an hour late, and all I wanted was relief. I resented the lateness, as slight as it was, I hated the guilt about how I was treating Aedan [their son:], but none of it compared to the desire for relief, the absolute carnal, primal desire to dive into a dark, silent bed. (p73)

~ Nine centuries ago, the Abbess of Bingen, Hildegard, described her spiritual visions, and twentieth-century observers have been struck by their resemblance to common migraine auras: "I saw a great star, splendid and beautiful ... and with that star came a multitude of shining sparks, which followed the star toward the south ... they were all extinguished and were changed into black cinders ... precipitated into the abyss and vanished from my sight." (p84)

~ Inside, a low pain lies over my right eye like a thin cumulus cloud at sunset, tilted slightly. Not too bad, but a sad inevitability. (p171)

~ It's not that the migraneur looks blind, stares vacantly, for instance, or is unable to focus, but that the eyes seem to be engaged in some other activity not visible to the nonmigraineurs in the room. The migraineur is staring at something not visible, or looking around something that is not visible, or wincing at light which, to everyone else, seems normal, or even subdued. The first symptoms, of course, describe someone experiencing aura; the last, someone with light-hatred,the sun-pain. (p180).
[I'm sure I get this look. Most people who know me are able to tell when my head is getting bad just by looking at my face, which goes pale with dark circles under the eyes. I also squint a lot, and duck my head to avoid the lights. Sun-glare is anathema.:]

~ Some migraineurs know what to do. The wife of a friend who excuses herself in the middle of parties, her departures as whispery as the leave-takings of Poe heroines (p181)

~ Elizabeth Loder, for instance, has proposed that migraines make sense if we look at them from an evolutionary perspective ... Migraines compel you to eat better and to sleep regularly. They compel you to avoid stress, which can do far worse things than to give you a headache ... And lastly, migraines make their owners "exquisitely responsive to a variety of environmental stimuli," which might be useful if some of those stimuli are toxic, or might trigger worse problems, or might upset the social fabric. (p200-201)

Oddly, I liked this book much better when I started reading it backwards, by chapters.

Paula Kamen's memoir, All in My Head, is still my favorite of the two books, but Levy was lyrical and interesting. I don't see the same symbolism in migraine pains as he does, no stunning clarity or beauty, but I respect his viewpoint and commend him for it.