As I wrote in my post yesterday about my early years dealing with epilepsy, my school years were a particularly tough period. Battling epilepsy during those formative years was no small feat. I often found myself wanting to pretend that I didn’t have it, despite the significant restrictions it placed on my independence. Like many teenagers, I yearned for freedom and a sense of normalcy, and I often disregarded the consequences to achieve that.

During my teenage years, I wasn’t on medication, which meant I was having seizures every day. This took a severe toll on me both mentally and physically. Each seizure was a reminder of my condition, a reality check that I was not ready to accept. I pushed my limits, often ignoring the advice of those around me. I wanted to do everything my friends were doing, even if it meant putting myself at risk.

Despite the daily struggles, there were positives that helped me navigate this difficult time. I was fortunate to have a group of good friends who looked out for me. Their support provided a semblance of normalcy and comfort. They didn’t treat me differently because of my epilepsy, which was incredibly important to me. Knowing they had my back made a significant difference in how I managed day-to-day challenges.

Above all, my mum was my rock, my guiding star. She was always there for me, ensuring I was as safe and as well as possible. Her unwavering support and constant vigilance provided a sense of security amidst the chaos. She was my confidant, my protector, and my biggest advocate. Without her, navigating those turbulent years would have been infinitely more difficult.

Looking back, I realize that while I often resisted accepting my condition, the support from my friends and the unwavering presence of my mum were crucial. They helped me cope during times when I felt overwhelmed and isolated. If there’s one thing I’ve learned, it’s the importance of having a strong support system. It can make all the difference when facing life’s challenges.

To anyone out there who might be going through something similar, know that it’s okay to struggle and feel frustrated. It’s also okay to rely on the people who care about you. Your health and well-being come first, and accepting help doesn’t make you any less independent or strong.

Thank you for reading, and I hope sharing my journey helps someone out there feel a little less alone. Have a great evening, everyone, and take care of yourselves!