Epilepsy

Sudden and strangely strong many shocks flood my body causing muscles to stiffen in protest. Does it hurt? Sometimes. My mind drowns itself in electricity without prior warning causing a myriad of odd seizures. Each one different from the last; no seizure is the same. My memory is not impaired, I remember every one and everything around me, although speech disappears. People appear scared, not from me but from what I have – epilepsy. Many stigmas float around the condition, many are as false as the common school rumour. Still they are believed like an old wife’s tale. Epilepsy? An unwanted burden, it limits possibilities, still I have it and so bare its unwanted scars. My life impounded and unfulfilled, epilepsy is a curse without any hope of a cure, it’s only made controllable by a blend of concoctions created by textbook intellect. Still my body and soul remain my own regardless of how hard it tries to take control, I remain confident and strong. Epilepsy? Dominant as it may be life must go on and I must continue to grow and prosper.