For those who don't know me, my name is Isabel, and as it turns out, I have a seizure disorder. We still have more testing to go through, but as of now, I can't go back to work and I can't powerlift, one of the few genuine joys I have in life. Waking up in the ER with no idea what happened was the most horrifying moment of my life. It all still feels like a bad dream I'm waiting to wake up from.

Growing up not knowing I had a seizure condition made life tricky. Be it work, school, or home life, my "spells" came at a moment's notice, leaving me feeling broken and out of sorts. Now, at 38 years old, I'm finally getting answers, but to what end? It feels like the world is falling apart around us and we're supposed to keep chugging along like it's not.

We're here asking, praying, for any help as we work through this.