Living with Epilepsy is like living with a flash granade in your pocket.
You never know when it will trigger, and when it does the outcome is anguish.
Epilepsy is ugly. It leaves you vulnerable, shredded, and confused. It invades basic rights; like shopping, walking, laughing; and leaves some in a comma or forever sleep.
Mine is the face of Epilepsy. I am only one of many.