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Zombie

After a week or so of not feeling 100% I’m at a breaking point where nothing seems to be able to bring me back up.

Having the flu over Christmas triggered a cluster of seizures and I’ve spent most of the New Year so far either sleeping until late, or in a daze.

I’m due to return to work on Thursday, which fills me with an incredible dread. And immense fear.

Before Christmas, doubts had arisen regarding my capacity to fulfill my job – doubts which came from the people around me at work unfortunately. Therefore, no matter how positive I try to be about being an epilepsy / mental health warrior, if people who don’t even see the real me – struggling into work and crying in the toilets – have faith in me, then what chance do I really have?

I frequently wonder how people like me are supposed to live? Am I expecting too much of myself to hold down a full time job? To turn up everyday, ready to fulfill my duties? I’m beginning to wonder if perhaps I should give up work….

I have an appointment with my epilepsy specialist team tomorrow, where we will again be discussing new medication options AGAIN; As helpful as the team are, I’m so frustrated that nobody has answers. Every drug change is a throw of the dice, where nobody knows if we’ll land on a win or just another loss.

I’m not feeling optimistic about this appointment at all. I’ve been suffering panic attacks lately, causing me to have to go to a walk in centre before Christmas to get myself checked out. When I told the GP there about everything concerning me (she wanted to investigate the causes behind the symptoms) – the constant seizures, the pressures at work – she insisted that I fight. This woman didn’t know me, but guessed from my educational background that my career meant a lot to me, and she told me to fight… that whatever it takes I should keep on fighting.

But I’m not trained for this. I’m constantly exhausted because with epilepsy there never seems to be any downtime; even in the short spaces of time where I’m seizure free (maybe one or two days at most at the moment), I’m still foaming at the mouth and dragging my feet and thoughts behind me like a zombie, from the amount of pills I have to take on a daily basis.

We’ll see what the hospital has to say tomorrow…..

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My body remains on the sidelines watching, while my mind roams around the room, taking in the world around her. I am a wallflower. There could be two reasons for this: It could be due to me being an introvert or just that I am a Cancerian! I’m Cece Alexandra and I am so honoured that you’ve been led to delve into my thoughts here in this blog! I would describe myself as a Wallflower which is why I use words to express my deepest – and sometimes darkest - thoughts. Words have always been my strongest method of expressing myself. Growing up I always wanted to be a writer, however life and circumstances chipped away at my confidence until there was nothing left. Without words, I could no longer express myself. I am also Epileptic. Since being diagnosed, I have realised that my deepest fear is the day I am finally on my deathbed, haunted by the overwhelming regret that I never achieved my God-given potential. This realisation forced me to take a step of faith and put myself out there. Yes it makes me vulnerable, however within the process I not only want to be an inspiration to myself; I want to be an inspiration to other women – to be whatever you want to be. Embrace the fear and doubt and utilise that as the fuel you need to push through! Life is for living to the fullest. Life is for loving, for living true to yourself and to the people around you. Life however, can also be crippling, dark and overwhelming. But you are not alone. This thought alone is what will help you get up from the ground.

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