Epilepsy is something that currently is a big challenge both in my life and the lives of my friends, family, and loved ones. The story of how I became an epileptic is sudden and unexpected. I had just gotten a job at age 21, and was out to eat celebrating with my parents. I went to my room that night, and all of a sudden, my parents heard a strange noise from the living room. They ran into the room, and I was having a full grand mal seizure. Not only did I keep seizing throughout the course of the ambulance ride to the hospital, but for the next couple months I was on constant watch, hooked up to an EEG, and have no memory of the events that occurred. Family and friends couldn’t visit and I was hallucinating. When I woke up months later, I had no recollection of what had happened.
For the past 4 years, I continue struggling controlling my seizures. I’m on anywhere from 8 to 15 pills a day, cannot drive, and am trying to find employment that suits all of my needs. I’ve had seizures in so many public places, and am learning to accept the help my loved ones continue to give me. I would not be anywhere if it wasn’t for them.
As difficult as this challenge is, I’m still learning that I am not alone. The support of my loved ones is overwhelming. I joined a support group where we meet each month and give each other updates. I have found someone who has dedicated his life to me, despite the challenges I come with. If I could give the love and support to the lives of the struggling epileptics, I would say this is a successful time. We have to all remember we’re not alone. I am here for anyone and everyone who needs support!
