Today I went on a hike with my dogs
I took this only about three miles from my house. Beautiful isn’t it?
When I came home, I cleaned the entire house from top to bottom. I even did chores that I despise.
I did grocery shopping and made all our meals from scratch today, with organic produce.
I put a hair mask in and pampered myself with a lovely bubble bath and fancy moisturiser.
I did so much washing (laundry for my American readers) that the washing machine is still going.
I drank peppermint tea and caught up with all my friends back home.
Why, might you ask, am I bragging about my productive day?
Because I had kind of given up. When my seizures came back, I got lazy. I felt frightened to do anything, to live. Today, I lived my life. And I didn’t have one seizure. Not one.
I feel relaxed. Hell, I even feel happy.
I can’t let this get the better of me.
I’m not going to let it. There are people out there with much bigger problems who are coping much better than me. I need to get off my ass and live.
And by the way epilepsy, if you were a person I would totally be sticking my tongue out at you right now. Ner ner!