For years I have had a relationship with my migraine monster. I actually have thought about naming it. As I thought of the most ugly awful name I could give it, I vetoed the idea. I didn’t want to give it the respect of naming it and looking at it as anything but the monster that it is. I felt that giving it a name would personify it into something that I could possibly make excuses for or have anything but negative hateful feelings for. As for “it who shall not be named” I will admit that I have talked to it many times. I beg, plead, and bargain. When my migraine peaks and I am at a pain level 10, I make deals with God and “it who shall not be named” to allow me to survive. There have been times I did not think I would survive and times I did not care if I did. I’m not a deeply religious person in the traditional way but I do have a very personal relationship with God. We speak often and I prefer to think that there is something greater and far reaching than the migraine monster that resides inside me.