July 31st, 2023, is a day I will never forget. It was another seizure — but this one was unlike any I had experienced before. In a split second, I fell through a six-foot fence, landing hard and sustaining a large cut on my head that required nine stitches. The impact left me stunned, in pain, and completely aware of how unpredictable and dangerous life with epilepsy can be.
I was rushed to the hospital, where doctors placed me on a portable heart monitor for six days. The discharge letter mentioned a “cardiac seizure,” but I wasn’t fully convinced by that explanation. There was no clear reason, no definitive answer — only uncertainty. And that uncertainty was almost more frightening than the physical pain itself.
During those six days, I had a lot of time to reflect. I thought about how fragile life can be, how quickly everything can change, and how little control we really have over some moments. I also reflected on how epilepsy isn’t just physical; it affects the mind and emotions in ways that aren’t always visible. Every seizure leaves a mark, not only on the body but on the soul.
Even in that frightening situation, I tried to find moments of humor. Humor has always been my shield, my way to reclaim strength in the face of adversity. Laughing, even for a brief moment, reminded me that I was still here. That I could survive. That even after a fall like this, I could stand again.
This seizure reinforced something I already knew: I cannot control when these moments happen, but I can control how I respond. I can choose resilience over fear. I can choose courage over helplessness. Each seizure, each injury, each fall is a chapter in my story — one of survival, growth, and self-discovery.
Sharing my experiences has become a mission. I want people who live with epilepsy to know they are not alone. I want the world to understand that these moments, though frightening and painful, shape us in profound ways. Falling through a fence could have broken me — physically and emotionally — but it didn’t. Instead, it reminded me of my resilience, my strength, and my determination to continue living fully.
This experience, like every seizure, was a turning point. It reminded me that life can change in an instant, that challenges will come without warning, and that even when you are knocked down, you can rise, rebuild, and continue your journey. My epilepsy is not the end of my story — it is a defining part of it, shaping me into someone stronger, braver, and more determined every day.
– My Epilepsy Journey
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