Every few weeks I am overwhelmed with how small and dark my life has become, because of seizures. I feel suffocated by all I have lost and all that I can no longer do. I spend a day crying and mourning for the life I once had.
Today is one of those days. This is life with a disability. This is life with huge limitations. I’m not ashamed.
Stress and seizure rage today 😩
Phoned PIP today to tell them about my seizures (we were waiting until a medical professional had acknowledged they were seizures, but that’s obviously going to take too long)…figured if they won’t acknowledge them as seizures because I’m not diagnosed, they’ll at least see how damaging they are to my quality of life. I was already only one point off the enhanced rate of PIP, so I guess with seizures they’ll have to qualify me.
My partner also called a company about a disabled bus pass. It seems I’ll qualify new, but the easiest way is to wait for PIP’s reassessment, and then use that as evidence. Bloody hell.
Anyway. I got some nice photos (of me and a burnt down house) once everything had stopped being so screwed by seizures.
Sad confused seizey me trying to take a video
Collected re-grouped me, that’s better!
I went off in a rage for an hour. Don’t remember much, cut my finger somehow, then phoned my partner and we talked, eventually meeting up. I hate how abusive I am around seizures with seizure rage, I fucking hate myself for it 😫
Took some nice photography when we were back together though.