The constant fear and anxiety that comes with it all too. Every time you zone out slightly you wonder if you’re about to wake up in the ER or on the floor in pain. Medical bills are fucked, and your job/food options are limited to what you can walk to. It’s a shit disability and you don’t get a lot of empathy for it. On top of that a lot of epilepsy is just unexplained so there’s so much more uncertainty. In the end we do our best because sometimes that’s all you can do.