Stop focusing on your seizures
Stop focusing on your seizures and stop complaining- live a little!
The well meaning and ever frustrating words of a stranger. Fuck you Karen I’m not in the mood and here’s why.
Currently my seizures are my life. Almost as if a major medical condition would somehow impact your life and consume it. I am not some preppy bitch who looks on the non-existant bright side of life- I seize the majority of my day, it’s scary, it’s dangerous, and I worry.
I don’t have time to ‘live a little’ because I’m living with constant worry that I might have a seizure right now. I’m stacking pillows and cushions around sharp corners, I’m constantly being watched by my exhausted mother, I’m going to doctors and arguing with them and I’m trying to not break down and cry with the realisation that this may kill me one day.
It screws with my head and consumes my thoughts. I doubt myself and think I’m just making it up because doctors didn’t believe me. Then I’m brought out of my spiraling thoughts to a bleeding head and my crying mother, to realise that who the fuck would smash their head if they had a choice.
I focus on it because it’s my life now. I think about how my friends are at uni or getting full time jobs, and I’m at home drooling on my bed while I can’t breathe because I’m seizing.
I wish I didn’t think about it all the time, but if I’m not seizing I feel the last one I had on my skull and bones.
Fuck you Karen, this is how I live.