They Never Get Easier

We were facing each other lying in bed. I was trying not to panic and his face was so close to mine I could feel his breath as he shushed me like a baby. The calming swoosh of air against my cheek. He was saying, "You're okay Megan. I've got you. I'm right here" over and over...

Their Words, My Thoughts

Almost everyone has some sort of diversity/difficulty in his/her life; Epilepsy has made me realize my answer to this question is "DON'T WAIT!" 😊

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