Today’s blogpost is a personal story. My personal battle with an invisible illness: epilepsy.
A year ago, on a friday night, I watched some stuff on Netflix and went to bed. I woke up with my boyfriend sounding stressed out in the middle of the night. Apparently I was shaking and having some kind of an episode in my sleep. “We’re going straight to the doctor in the morning, this is scary and not good.” I agreed and was scared as hell,but managed to fall asleep. The next thing I remember is waking up to hear my boyfriend calling the doctor, asking for help. I was confused, felt sick, I couldn’t understand what happened. What the ?? I had another seizure, and before I knew it, two doctors were standing next to my bed, asking questions, checking me out and telling me I needed to go to the Emergency Room.”They already know you’re coming”..Wait.. WHAT?! Noooo, there’s no way you’re taking me to the hospital, I DON’T DO hospitals! But then I realized I had no choice. This was the day everything changed. Life changed.