We live. We die. In between, we smile. We laugh. We cry. We inhale. We exhale. The circle goes on and on.
Black caps with all sorts of colored tassels can be seen flying in the air, and we all know what this means. Graduation season is here! And all the hard work has finally paid off! With the completion of any chapter, one thing is certain. There will always be goodbyes. I dislike the “bye” and preferContinue reading “All beginnings start with goodbyes”
It might take time, but you can always knockout your obstacles and fears. I let epilepsy gaze into the fist of my strength, and now it has no power over me. It isn’t going to be easy, but we all have the ability to overcome the impossible. We can ALL defeat epilepsy one punch at a time!
The left and the right brain, they didn’t much agree. I had to tell the doctor. It was time for him to intervene. The journey was not pleasant, but neither was it bad. I found strength in my weakness. I found courage I thought I’d never have. I’m grateful for all I’ve been through, ForContinue reading “Epilepsy Defeated”
It’s hard to stay awake when all I want to do is sleep. It’s a struggle to stay focused when the eyes keep closing. I hope some coffee and sugary sweets will help me today. After all, it’s a new day, and I must live it with purpose. Good morning to everyone, and happy Friday!
To: My very own Hidden Disorder For the longest time, you controlled me. You held on tightly and wouldn’t let me be. Six months ago today, I made a choice. And I now no longer hear your voice. Our friendly fights are over. There is now a sense of closure. My friendly enemy, it’sContinue reading “Monday Reflections: Six Months Seizure Free”
My heart is heavy. There’s a lump in my throat. I’m trying to stay steady. I’m trying to stay afloat. Why did this happen? This just isn’t right. This is hard to imagine But I need to come to light. This fight isn’t over. I won’t let you down. I’ll regain my composure. And togetherContinue reading “Finding Strength in Sadness”
The end of normalcy and at the beginning of what felt like the end is where this entry starts. It was two-months after my diagnoses. I was confused and angry. I didn’t know what to do or what to expect. I just knew that life wouldn’t be the same. Looking back at my 20-year-old self, I wishContinue reading “A Distant and Almost Sweet Memory”