Girl, Epileptic

Give me a few hours and we'll know if I actually survive the day. In the wake of yesterday's four full black-out seizures, I feel a lot like I'm running on fumes. The fumes of fumes, even. No amount of caffeine is saving me and I feel like death warmed up. Maybe I have a concussion. I'm usually good at being able to tell, but not today. I should probably take a moment to caution anyone with a dislike of gifs to turn back before it's too late. I'm guilty of gif abuse, especially when they convey my mood better than I can at the moment. Anyway. Usually, a degree of depression would come knocking after that. When I've had over a week without a hitch then four come knocking at once, my mood tends to slide down instantly. I can spend a worrying amount of time stuck in a rut during the time following. This time I was lucky: depression did not come knocking, and I wonder how much of that is because I've had too much to do to be depressed. (That ...

Two years ago I started a blog on everything that was going on with me. Actually, I started two blogs: one for my  mental health , and one for  everything neurological . I'll be honest and admit that there was a lot of overlap since the latter heavily influences the former. I also tried signing back in before going through the process of starting a new blog, but apparently, I don't exist. So Wordpress can bugger off. In short, I'm epileptic with a history of depression and anxiety (fun times) and I wasn't in the best place emotionally when I quit blogging in 2016. Around that time was when I was in the middle of being assessed for the  Seizure Alert Dog program but had just been told I would not be going on to the next stage. Their reasons were sent in the rejection letter, a veritable list of corrections to make before I reapplied. Which I did. Granted, not before I began to wonder why I was bothering, but two years of therapy down the line (with suggested ...