Decisions

One day I woke up on the bathroom floor. My neck was wedged against the metal frame of the shower door. Another seizure. I got up, carried on as if nothing had happened, and went to work. Denial is a hell of a coping mechanism.

The next day, while getting ready, I noticed a huge bruise running down my side in the mirror. It stopped me. That was the moment the truth caught up.

I was desperate to find a loophole that would let me keep my old life, but there wasn’t one. The seizures kept getting worse.

A part of my brain, a part of me, would have to be taken away.