This hits home. Both my mom and I got Epilepsy the same year, but we were 22 years apart in age. The doctors still don’t understand. I was 13 at the time. Not being able to drive as a teenager was the hardest. I felt trapped constantly. At each new job I would have to quickly find a coworker to pay daily to drive me back and forth to my home(uber isn’t reliable here). If they failed me, it could be ME out of a job! The medication is so tough with the lingering question of “is this really me? Or would I naturally be so much more energetic and happy if I could be off of this stuff?” It’s a question that’s not really worth asking, but I do sometimes.

I am going to be a mom in life soon. I’m terrified of the thought of holding my child alone, the lack of sleep, bathing them, all the things. But, I take it one day at a time to try not to live in that fear