Faces smiling and eyes half rolling at my quirky, silly manners
stare back at me with a hint of sadness and worried expression.
The laughter and “you’re so funny” occurrences have forever vanished.
Their ending brought on by my most recent tonic-clonic seizure.
After much-needed rest, I went back in with my usual witty self,
but the frightful scene from the day before had already left damage.
They’ve seen the monster within, and I don’t blame them for their caution.
But I promise, I’m feeling better today, and this monster will never win!
After dealing with this disorder for almost a decade, you forget how frightful it can be, not just for yourself, but for those looking in and trying their best to help. For those old friends that have stuck through it and for the new ones I’ve made along the way, thanks for everything you do! I’m sorry I scared you, but, really, I am fine.
This past year has been a relearning of my epilepsy in its new form. It has been difficult. Trust me. I got a lot of bruises and cuts to prove it! It was tough, but I survived because of all of you. Come on, put that sad face aside, I’m still smiling and so should you!