When I was 14 years old, my world shifted on its axis. In a period of life that’s already riddled with social awkwardness and self-discovery, I had my first tonic-clonic seizure. One moment I was a “normal teenager”, and the next, my family was calling an ambulance, filled with worry. Soon, other types of seizures followed, and my neurologist started me on anti-seizure medication. Determined to remain the person I was before, the girl who didn’t need pills to get through the day, I refused to take my medication unless “absolutely necessary”. The denial led to more seizures, each…
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