A Letter to My Husband: When We Aren’t Sick Anymore

Yep, I know. I know he is. He always is. My sanity, my “life coach” on days I can’t see straight for being so depressed, my normalcy, my savior along this journey... And so this post is a letter to him. To all the unsung heroes and caretakers that bear the brunt of a disorder/disease they “acquired” by association and through……….… love.

The Little Man & I: Epilepsy and Pregnancy

They say a baby will shake up your life and my little man did just that- in more ways than one :) I always knew the possibility that even before he got here, there would be tests as to how strong the two of us would be together. Well, we made it, but not without a few bumps and bruises and nights of making deals with God to keep my baby safe no matter what my body threw at me.

My Date Night with Epilepsy

The marble felt cold on my forehead in contrast to the warm water running down my back. My left hand braced on one wall and my right slowly sliding down the other, and I was sobbing. Wracking sobs that shook my body, a release of tears down my cheeks, slobber dripped from my lips...

You Can’t Always Not Give a Flying You Know What: The Innocent Misconception

I've always been conscientious of how to handle my Epilepsy in public, but never truly self-conscious...

Like A Movie

A few weeks ago we went to dinner with another couple. This couple doesn't know me very well yet, and because they know so little about me, they aren't familiar with my epilepsy. And because I seem so "normal,” they wouldn't believe what a part it plays in my day-to-day life. You don't have to... Continue Reading →

“Roles” (pic- our engagement)

Many have read about my Epilepsy. Mostly my epilepsy as a Mommy but also my Epilepsy as a teacher, bits of college, and a few pieces remotely referencing friends. I never talk about my Epilepsy as a wife. (Just hold on because I don’t know where this is going lol) Consequently, I haven’t talked much... Continue Reading →

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