It strikes my head a hundred times…
It strikes my soul as many…
It strikes each thought I have…
The fear, the anxiety, the anticipation of another seizure.
Coupled with the dread that you won’t be able to tell. When it’s coming. IF it’s coming.
The triggers, the reasons, the causes.
Peace of mind is difficult to come by for — you and for your loved ones.
It’s worry all the time. Every day. Does it always have to be this way?