Please, no reviews. This is coming from my heart and it is true. It is a message I would like to send to you all.
Thanks.
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Epilepsy. That is a word that without anything to go with it, not even a definition, adjective, or description, still sounds frightening and horrible.
It is, without a doubt, frightening and horrible. To have a loved one or not-so-loved one with it is horrible and completely incomprehensible to most. However, some have to deal with it, second hand and first.
The definition of epilepsy, for those of you who don't know it: "Any of various disorders marked by abnormal electrical discharges in the brain and typically manifested by sudden brief episodes of altered or diminished consciousness, involuntary movements, or convulsions."
That's pretty hard to understand, but in a nutshell, it's your brain going disfunctional and can sometimes do horrible things to you. You don't remember what happens, but you feel it. You feel it. In your bones. Sometimes, in worse case scenarios, it can leave you damaged for days upon end, sometimes having symptoms that never go away.
It's horrible. Absolutely horrible. Agony. Pain. I can't even get enough words to describe it.
For all of you who have it or know someone who does, this is for you. I, too, have someone who has epilepsy. Two people, actually, one of my older brothers and my mother. My brother has moved out now and lives in Kansas but I live with my mom.
Some days are harder than others. Some nights are pure torture on me. I am an empath, meaning I feel what others feel. I hurt when they hurt and I cry when they cry.
I cried a lot tonight.
One minute, my mom was telling me how to fold her laundry and the next I was holding her, cradling her to keep her from hitting the wall because she fell, because she had a seizure.
One moment, she was the parent and I was the child. The next, our positions reversed.
I now know what it feels like when a parent is utterly helpless to do anything for their child. That's how I felt for the last three hours. Three hours of agony. Three days of repercussions and remorse. If I could explain my emotions to you right now, I would try, but I can't.
Epilepsy is something I would never bestow upon anyone, if given the chance. Not even my worst enemy or a national enemy. It's a fate worse than death. It's like living through half of your life. It's living but not living.
Oh and for all of you who think that when I say that I am busy with real and life and think that that pertains Television and video games, I hope this is evidence that you're wrong. I don't need to explain myself to you (And you know who you all are) but this certainly does it.
If you read this, share it to someone. Tell me in your comment how this affected you. If you or someone you know experiences this, know that my heart goes out to you and your family.
Thank you.
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This is so true that it hurts.
I've never had a seizure, and no one that I'm related to has ever had epilepsy, but I have a friend who is diabetic, and he had seizures.
I've never been present for any of them, but I was told so that I know what to do if he has one when I'm with him and his dad is not. It's scary to think that that would happen while I'm with him.
I'm not sure I'd do the right thing. I panic when I stab myself with a pin and my mom has to take it out. I'm not good with pain, or suffering. Not externally. Not visible, physical pain. I'm scared as to how I'd react if it ever does happen.
I've never had a seizure, but I've had panic attacks. I've had them a lot, though not so much anymore. If what you go through watching them, if what they go through is anything like what I go through during a panic attack, and I know that it has to be worse, and my heart goes out to you because of it.
And you don't need to explain yourself to anyone, ever. Don't ever feel like you have to.
I'll be praying for you and your family.
This is something that hits very close to home with me as well. One of my coworkers was epiliptic, and a girl in my class who I'm friends with. I'm also a lifeguard, and seizures are usually the scariest things that happen where I work. So this reverbated with me. I'm not so intimately attatched to these feelings as you are, but I do have an idea of what it feels like. The suddenness. The shock. That moment of intense fear and pain when you realize that you can do nothing to help them. I've felt this too.
I know this seems shallow and heartless of me, but I simply can't sit here and read through something on here without offering some sort of a review. So here it is:
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"Horrible" is repeated a bunch here. Didn't know if you caught that.
This seems a bit choppy and "essay-ish." Is there any way you can add this transition more smoothly?
But you could at least try to explain. Detail this, specify this. Make us understand what you feel exactly, what they feel exactly. This isn't the time to be vague.
Did you mean to say that you're empathetic? Just pointing out that this section here may turn some people off.
This pales in comparison to the excellence of the preceding paragraphs. I personally think it's a rather weak way to end this. I would suggest that you come up with something that encapsulates the ideas and mood of this piece as a whole to end on. It would leave a stronger impression. (But that's just me)
That's all I want, or have, to offer. Hope it isn't too much of a review.
This was wonderful. It takes guts to order your thoughts and then throw them out there for the world to see. Thank you for sharing this.
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