I have a monster in my head. It comes often and tells me what I’m allowed to do.
You probably think I need a psychiatrist, but my beast’s name is migraine.
I want to go out on a hot summer day. Sometimes it’s fine, but my beast is afraid of the sun. When it’s too bright outside, my beast wakes up and gets restless.
I made plans to go have a chat with my friend in the café. Fine but… my beast hates caffeine — in any form.
And speaking of drinks, my beast gets upset when hungry. Skipping meals is not allowed. Nibbling something sweet? Mmm, nice. But hopefully, the treats don’t cause a blood sugar crash, or my beast gets absolutely mad.
Poor sleep? My beast absolutely hates it. Who can function properly when sleep-deprived anyway?
Article eight of the 60-day challenge by Alain Polo.
