Ifeelmyself Robyn Seizure Page

Recovery was a slow pivot. The days after were stitched with appointments and angles of light through blinds. Neurology recommended an MRI to check for lesions, an EEG to understand patterns, and—depending on findings—an antiseizure medication. She learned the clinical language: focal seizure versus generalized tonic-clonic; aura; postictal confusion. But the words did not capture the small humiliations: waking in a stranger’s apartment with the taste of iron in her mouth, missing a shift at work because her memory had been eaten by time, the dread of music that once felt like home now waiting on the verge of danger.