“Black & Purple”: The Reality of Epilepsy on Purple Day

She’s flailing. Arms rigid but pulsing, fists clenched so tight her fingernails dig into her skin, making half-moons. Head to the side, thrashing against the carpet, burning the skin on her cheek. Her mouth is chomping, teeth gnashing against each other, but she finds only her tongue as it lolls to the side, helpless. She... Continue Reading →

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