I’ve only just recently realized I have a stigma attached to me that I never realized I had before.
Now there are two ways to say what I have or am and, for some reason, they both come with different stigmas.
I have epilepsy. I am epileptic.
Now don’t ask me why, I don’t know and I find it…
The Life of the Seizure - A poem I wrote about being in hospital a few weeks ago, I posted it last night but this is a post of me reading it.
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First ever brain implant to monitor and suppress epileptic seizures approved
New brain implant technology has been approved by the United States Food and Drug Administration…
A Pennsylvania’s family pumpkin spice latte act of kindness in honor of their daughter’s death has turned into a viral chain of good deeds and raising awareness for epilepsy.
A lady came into Starbucks today bought 5 pumpkin spice lattes, telling me to write #ajo on the cup to share a story of a girl that had died from epilepsy. And the day before she died she wanted a psl so random people are sharing her story by prebuying the pumpkin spice latte and giving them to people for free just to look up this girls story. SHARE HER STORY :) #AJO #starbucks #pumpkinspice #latte #psl #epilepsy
The hardest part of this position is not knowing what is the extent of your best. By now, I should know all the consolations and encouraging words that should make things better. And they do, just not at this moment. How can I be alright, when I have seen team-mates collapsing in front of me to…
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