Part 3

 


    After I was admitted, but flown to the better hospital, they did a 3 day EEG on me. It did not show epilepsy, which was a win. But there, I was diagnosed with Psychogenic Non-Epileptic Seizures, which falls under the Functional Neurological Disorder. This completely changed a lot in my life. My personality has changed. It changed my marriage, and stressed B out. I lost my best friend, and I am honestly not sure if it is permanent. If there is one positive, it is that I want to get closer to Jesus. 

    Other things that have changed, I am not allowed to drive because I have to go 90 days in my state without a seizure. I have numerous a day. While it is isn't technically "epilepsy", I use the terminology, such as "focal", "Tonic clonic", etc. It's just easier. I've lost my ability to write, and my gait is affected. I lost my church years ago, so I have been looking. and I have one in mind. My family will attend on Easter.

    I struggle with depression as well, but that's what kept me out of being admitted to a mental facility. I failed an IOP because of the seizures. But I have since found a therapist who works with me three days a week. I do want to say though, FND is NOT always caused by trauma....which I have a lot of. That. my friends, is why I turn to Jesus. I am not perfect with Him, but I love the Lord, and I do my best to follow him. So, I usually talk to my sister in the mornings, and in the evening. I have turned to making/watching  TikTok and some FB stuff for awareness, but I felt like a blog would be good too. 

    I do not plan to share the trauma I have dealt with over the years on this space. But, I will be sharing my disability, my road to try to get better....and encouragement. With that. I hope you have a blessed night.

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