The Storm Behind My Eyes

“There’s a story in her eyes” — Unknown


It’s said that the eyes are the windows to the soul. What these windows don’t show is the storm within my brain. Epilepsy. Seizures. I’ve been traveling this journey now going on 6 years this coming December. I am immensely blessed with my Heavenly Father igniting my way and my spirit forward each and every day. I am cascaded with a beautiful family encouraging me every step of the way. I am immersed in the love of my husband vowing to never leave my side on this journey, no matter what the journey maps out. How blessed am I. How blessed am I…

At times, along the journey I stumble, looking into the eyes of those who so desperately want to give their all to take away this condition I live with… Who can only know my journey a depth so deep… Who can only know my physical and emotional journey a depth so deep…. To witness someone you love enduring a seizure is a journey all its very own without question. To endure a seizure is a journey one must learn to become a skillful traveler in order to overcome the pitfalls laid out along the way.

Pitfalls To Be Mindful Of

  • Sadness
  • Anger/Frustration
  • Disappointment
  • Isolation
  • Depression
  • Negative Talk/Negative Thoughts
  • Giving Up

There are over 65 million men, women and children all around this Earth with glistening eyes and storming brains and ‘pleading for a cure’ souls. This path is one path trekked by many. One path with many stories to tell.

Few have only ever witnessed me in the midst of a grand mal seizure. Frequently, I’m met with aura activity and most would never know the difference unless I were to speak up in mention. The storm behind my eyes, though can only be truly felt physically by me alone seeps out emotionally to those who love and care for me. Though an invisible barrier keeps those that love us from going only so far from truly grasping an understanding of the depth so deep… it is vitally important to validate and show our appreciation for how far friends and family come for us along our journey.

So long as I live, I shall always remember when my husband Chris looked into my eyes and said to me… “If I could, I would trade places with you.” Something I would not and could not ever allow but what a valiant and loving thing for him to say.

With the storm behind my eyes, I see the sunlight of hope leading me forward and each day thanking God, I march onward knowing one day we will all have a cure.

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