For the past year, my neurologist has been weaning me off of my Keppra. Today marks two-weeks since I last took those oblong, white pills.
I look at my pillbox to find it’s almost empty. Little plastic boxes aren’t filled to capacity anymore. It’s hard to believe they’re almost gone because I never thought this day would come.
I’m feeling a little nostalgic, but I’m glad they’re gone. The feeling of nostalgia is born from the reminder of how those pills marked the end of the world for me, and how now it is a journey that made me stronger.
I’ve come to learn that the most difficult challenges shape you into the best you, you could ever be.
Today I reflect on how I managed to make it through this. By coming to accept and make peace with my epilepsy, there wasn’t anything I couldn’t accomplish.
I still have a lot of work left in this fight, but I can overcome this. One day, there won’t be a single pill in that pillbox.
It’s almost empty, and I’m completely full with determination to keep treading on.