2018. In 2018 I had my first episode. At the time, I didn't know what it was. I hid it from family. I hid it from everyone, until I couldn't. One night, I was just trying to make my plate at dinner. I never finished even making that plate. An episode started, and I couldn't even stay on my feet, let alone eat dinner. Next thing I know, I'm waking up in an ambulance being rushed to Mercy. I'll never forget seeing the pain, and fear in every single one of my family members eyes. I remember being confused, sad, and just mad at myself. Why would I hide this from the people that care about me the most? Why did I think it was just going to magically disappear? Well after that trip, came the referral, and that's when you realize how common epilepsy is. It took 3 months for me to get into an appointment. 3 months. The seizures didn't stop. The tongue biting didn't stop. I couldn't eat ANYTHING because of the pain I was in. I was hoping that first visit would fix everything, but it didn't.  It was a trial and error of medications. It was feeling like a zombie, on one, to the next making me feel like I'm going to constantly throw up. It was being stubborn thinking I was cured, to only go and have yet another one. Now here we are, September 2020 and I've finally been seizure free for a year. My goal? To help all the other people who felt as hopeless as I did. To let the world, know, that epilepsy doesn't care who you are, or what you are, it will hit us. It hits every 1 out of 26 people. Think about that. That's 1 person from every single one of your classes, job sites, anywhere. We need to let people know the dangers, we need to give people the hope, and we need to find a way to slow this down. Any dollar/penny/walker helps. So please join me and let's battle it