This week, I was laying in my bed post-seizure, my body still recovering from my episode and my cheeks still drying from the few tears that escaped down my face. As I laid there staring up at the ceiling darkened by nightfall, I had a thought. It was, "I don’t feel victorious right now". I had made it a new year’s resolution to keep track of every episode in a log. As I followed through on the familiar habit of opening the notes app on my phone and I saw the new total as I added in the n[...]