I suffered a series of tonic clonic seizures on the day my daughter graduated from college, which also happened to be my birthday.
Recently, someone asked me to talk to a small group. I wanted to choose a story that is inspiring, something that would relate to these young adults, and something that would stick with them as they started a new journey. I couldn’t help but wonder: is epilepsy my only story? Is this how people identify me…as the girl with epilepsy who ended up doing well in life, despite doctors telling me I may not?