A shit morning, long time spent unconscious in the bath with the shower on. Confusion, desperation and pain. Where am I, who am I, what can I do?
Slowly the mind clears and sense recovers. Still, hours missing, big blank period in there, no knowledge of what happened there.
Epilepsy is so destructive, often destructive by leaving nothing but damage in it's wake. How can you explain it, how can you justify it. You have nothing to talk about, there is nothing there but the madness and the bloody great bruise on the back of your head.
And when you look back, there is no explanation, only questions, more and more questions.
And the questions cause pain, more and more mental pain because there are no answers, only pain, both mental and physical and what can I do, how can I attain control of my mind, stop the damage?
You tell me, I have no idea. I try and try and life remains the same.
The pain remains the same.
Epilepsy is so destructive, often destructive by leaving nothing but damage in it's wake. How can you explain it, how can you justify it. You have nothing to talk about, there is nothing there but the madness and the bloody great bruise on the back of your head.
And when you look back, there is no explanation, only questions, more and more questions.
And the questions cause pain, more and more mental pain because there are no answers, only pain, both mental and physical and what can I do, how can I attain control of my mind, stop the damage?
You tell me, I have no idea. I try and try and life remains the same.
The pain remains the same.
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