Friends, we last departed after episode three. I got to thinking as I prepared for this post- I didn't provide many details on episode three, so ya'll may not be real sure where we're at in the timeline right now! Today's post doesn't really have a specific date, but is generally about the season after my second seizure where reality set in and I realized- epilepsy would be a very real part of my life from here on out. ⟺ Looking back on that time, I just remember feeling completely devastated. After August 31, I had been so sure that my first grand mal had been a fluke; a perfect storm, a one time thing. Now, less than two months later, it's like someone kicked my legs out from under me and I come crashing down to break my butt on the floor. The question is- "How do those words taste now, Clarissa? Not such a fluke after all, was it?". Well, they taste a lot like humble pie as a matter of fact. Over the last several weeks I'd become ...