As someone who has suffered from migraines for over 35 years, there have been many times I've felt like there is a screw driving into my brain. Meanwhile, I still have to get through my day as though nothing is wrong. That's where the concept for "Migraine Molly" came from. Often when I have a wicked headache, I go into the workshop and try to focus on something, anything, besides the pain. It was during one of these episodes that I picked up the small bust of a doll, and went to work. By the time I was done, my headache had disappeared. Poor Molly, I'm pretty sure hers will never go away!
Does that make me a bad person?