IT BURST!

Flicking off my morning alarm, I could barely open my eyes.

‘School Amber,’ my mum, Daniella called.

Unlike most teenagers, I would have loved nothing more than to throw off my bedsheets and get ready for school.

Only, as I laid in the darkness, pain seared through my head.

‘Everything OK, Love?’ Mum soothed, popping her head around the door.

However, just one look at me with my hands clutched to my head and she knew it would be another day at home.

I’d first started suffering with headaches when I was around eight-years-old.

At first, they weren’t too bad and with the help of painkillers, I would carry on like normal.

Only, within the space of just two years, they’d grown into horrendous migraines – most days I could barely drag myself out of bed.