It is now officially one month since my seizure at work. One month since I’ve driven a car. One month of walking, asking for rides. One month of seeing my little corner of the world in a different light. My nose has all but healed from being broken, though I swear there’s a still a slight bump right in the middle, though my nose doctor swears I’m a “narcissist.” I can’t help but to see it differently. To me, it represents yet another change along with every other change in my life since the seizure.
Sometimes I wake up thinking that the last month of my life has been a dream. Then I look outside and notice my car is missing and then reality hits when I remember it is parked outside of my parents’ home. Still, I have to admit, I have been taking it quite well, for someone who has gone through a sudden change. I’ve only broken down twice. I have decided to look at this time in my life as an opportunity and not as a tragedy. After all, everyone has something they are going through. This is my something.
So, rather than obsess about my looks (my face and nose are still scarred), I am using this time to focus on more important matters like the fact that I need a new job. And I have immersed myself in my writing, finding healing through sharing my story with others. I may not ever be able to return to my previous life, or get over the fear of me seizing at any time, but I can make the most of today while looking forward to tomorrow.


