July 2019

At this writing I am nearing 18 months since brain surgery. What was once a pipe dream is my reality: a brain that doesn’t misfire! A year and a half out, 17 and a half years since diagnosis…the emotions have been so intense, pulsating in excitement, jubilee, and recently a feeling of discomfort when I read other survivors’ stories.

I’ve found great support in connecting with other epilepsy survivors online, and knowing my seizures weren’t so uncommon. I’ve made a few great friends too. Now, I feel a bit like an outsider. And the stories just break my heart, make me want to reach out and give everyone a virtual hug. I feel bad that I have it so good now.

I hate seeing other walking through the sludge when I’m living seizure-free. I hate hearing about friends’ seizure episodes and reactions to their meds, because I know that misery. I hate seeing others in bondage when I have this new freedom.

What do I even call it? Survivor’s guilt? Maybe that’s too strong a term, but I’m going to roll with it. Those years of seizures were quite traumatic at times, now I feel like I’ve been given a new lease on life. I just wish I could give this gift to everyone dealing with chronic conditions. I only pray to God to help me not waste what I’ve been given.