Being in the hospital brought me an odd sense of comfort; I was constantly watched through the extended EEG, monitored by wonderful nurses who sought my satisfaction throughout the day, and not having to worry about being introduced to a world that progresses because of four medicines. The solutions make my head whirl, but I have my heart to keep me grounded. I can trust in those that love me, those that have my undeniable trust, to protect my well-being. I also have trust in myself - throughout this process, I have earned more respect for epileptics and for myself, for managing a condition that lacks appreciation in society because of it's subtlety. A seizure is more than a spasm - it is stepping backwards, but only temporarily. Having epilepsy brings a flood of fear, but I flourish through the fear. I prefer to wake up with a sense of thankfulness than waking up and not knowing where I am. With this interim period known as the waiting game, of trial and error, I will be guided by my heart that is filled with so much love. I will not let the side effects affect my appreciation. I am infatuated by epilepsy, by the love that it has brought to me and by the love that it exposes from those that will never leave my side. Thank you, epilepsy, for enchanting me with your curious questions that baffle doctors. Most importantly, thank you to the doctors who were given a thousand questions and ended my visit with the one right answer.