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Hollow-Holler
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December 28, 2009 - 1:18
Lately it is difficult to approach a day with any amount of zeal, knowing that my pattern is now certainly a pattern, and that at some point during the day, I will be laid out limp and/or sobbing for at least 1 hour. And there is no predicting when it will occur. Is this what it feels like, with much more severity of course, to have epilepsy?
I struggle with feeling like I am not trying hard enough, and also feeling that it is important to go through these scenes; I just don't know how long decency should allow it.
There is a nagging that this is the end of my functional life, and it will always be this way.
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