Have you ever felt like God herself has taken an electric screwdriver, flicked the switch, and drilled it straight into your skull? No? Congratulations, you haven’t known a migraine. Because if you know, you know; a screwdriver is the kind of thing you fantasize about when the pressure in your head feels like it’ll end you for good this time. It’s not just a bad headache. To witness a migraine coming on can only be described as dreadful. You quickly unravel—mind, body, and even spirit. Picture this: I’m typing on my computer, with its perpetually darkened screen, and I suddenly notice the words have gone blurry. I blink and look around the room, but the blurry-ness is everywhere and it’s growing. Here we go: Anxiety sets in as I think about spending the next five to 48 hours debilitated and in intense pain. Probably vomiting. Alone in a room, in total darkness that’s never dark enough. In silence that’s never properly silent, instead clanging with the sounds of the street, the room, my breath, my thoughts. Welcome to hell. I’m here a few times a month. According to the Migraine Research Foundation, 18 percent of women in the US live with migraines and 6 percent of men. It’s the third most prevalent illness in the world and is regarded as a neurological disease with incapacitating symptoms like visual disturbances, nausea, vomiting, dizziness, extreme sensitivity to all stimulus, and tingling or numbness in the extremities or face. As you can imagine, people who live with chronic migraine are also more at risk of mental health issues like depression and anxiety, given the disruption they cause in people’s lives. While possible triggers are legion and many, for me they include: stress, diet, most smells, noise, making sudden movements, and my own hormones. And once an attack has passed? I have what can only be described as a “hangover” that involves feeling deeply groggy, physically stiff, mentally confused, and sensitive to the above things all over again. I’m fun! If you’re reading this, chances are you already get the gist. You want to know about cannabis and migraines. Well, hold on to your hat, because speaking from personal experience, the cannabis plant is a legit game-changer in the inferno-scape that is migraines. While a few studies have been done as to the efficacy of cannabis for treating migraines (we’ll get to that) more research needs to be done. But like studies, the anecdotal evidence is promising. Here’s mine. I’ve tried every available drug there is for migraines, save for botox. My liver will probably send me to an early grave because it’s full of pills. Before I started at Miss Grass, I never bought a CBD product let alone take one daily. I hadn’t used a vape pen. I hadn’t tried a CBD-infused topical roller made for pain relief. And I hadn’t tried smoking a joint or pipe that wasn’t filled with legal weed from my home country. To say the calibre of the many, many cannabis varietals available in California—all legal—are different is the kind of uber-understatement for which an exact word only exists in German. When Miss Grass co-founder Anna handed me a bunch of a common cannabis varietal called Purple Punch and told me to “smoke this!” as I was halfway out the door, heading home to total darkness, I thought of all the tobacco-mixed, migraine-inducing weed I’d smoked back home (the folly of youth). I was scared. But smoke some, I did. Just one drag at first. I breathed it out and immediately laid down flat in my bed, makeshift ice-pack over my eyes to block out the “light.” From under my icey dish towel, I felt relaxed. The stiffness in my arms and legs was melting away. I felt the weight of my body on the bed. Instead of laying there, suffering for what feels like eternity, I fell asleep.