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A slightly bonkers girl who has self published one book called Nerds Got Game which is on Amazon and Ebooks. I have a very interesting and eventful past and life now, with Epilepsy and a mild disability both due to a stroke before birth; I am truly one of a kind... hopefully in a good way.
There is something everyone wants to know, Where is your life going to go? Will you travel the skies, the seas? Or will life sting you like a bee? It is a question with no reply, Throughout life it turns into why. Why did this happen? Why did it not? With heartbreaks so painful its like you've been shot. There may be pain There may be sorrow, But there is always tomorrow. A new day, A new start Another day you can follow your heart. Keep your faith, Keep you belief Even when there's so much greif. Keep going, Keep strong, Don't worry if you are wrong. It takes many wrongs to find the right. To get what you want in life you must fight. If you don't try you will fail. Keep going in life and you'll get that tale. The tale of your life, your now, The past which shows how. How you got to this place and now the future you must face. The unknown future But your known dreams Whether they come true is a mystery it seems.
I was diagnosed with epilepsy back when I was 14. It slowly progressed and got worse until I was put on medication. Only one of my many seizures I was conscious for, sort of. I was asleep in bed when my entire body was numb, stiff. I was unable to move. I tried tp move my left arm, nothing; I tried to scream, nothing. I wanted to cry. I couldn't do anything and I didn't know why. I hadn't been diagnosed yet. I was completely terrified. I could feel my dad by my side. That is literally all I could feel. I tried to call him and I couldn't. It is by far my worst ever memory and my greatest fear that it could happen again. I haven't a clue how long this went on. It doesn't matter. All that I ever think of when it comes to my epilepsy is this horrendous memory and the fear of it happening again.