I’d been suffering from migraines that made me feel nauseous for about five years. When they hit, I knew I’d have to curl up in a dark room until they passed – sometimes for a whole day. After a particularly bad episode in 2017, I finally went to the GP. It hadn’t crossed my mind that anything serious was going on.
At the time, I was married and living in Kilburn, north London, with an eight-year-old son and a 17-year-old stepdaughter. I was working in the building industry and as a musician, but when the blinding headaches hit about twice a week, life just stopped.
