Has getting married ever been thought of stressful? That’s because it is it’s stressful to those in your life it’s stressful to professional getting married to it stressful to yourself stress balls of your body. Last Christmas I got proposed to, I have since then slowly put wedding plans together. I have found my wedding dress we have picked the flowers we picked her venue we have picked out what people are going to wear and who they are we have already put together the venue and put together most of the tables, also got engagement photos just waiting to get those back so that then we can send out invitations and those who may or may not because there’s a lot of family members remember who we are by name and have to look at her face have a photo to look at. We have a lot of other things to do but the point is weddings are stressful together we are planning our wedding a lot of people look at weddings as it’s her wedding and he gets his in the end. When in reality it’s both people are having their big day. I have been in close, I talked with both of my savior doctors making sure that I am taking all of this wedding planning lightly I have also been talking with my fiance and when he thinks I’m doing too much he says hey take it easy we’ve got this no need to rush because in the end it’s going to turn out the way it’s going to turn out and hey it’s a big party who shows up then shows up and we have fun. There is no need to stress about the Minor details because in reality there isn’t I know I heard a lot of horror stories about brides and grooms in fact I’ve I’ve watched a couple of families members have their own horror stories I’m just hoping mine doesn’t become one. But I’ve got my good news I got my son has my ring bearer and my daughter is a flower girl both still in elementary and they’re both looking forward to having my future husband as their dad yes their step dad but their dad non the less. Taking life one day at a time

“Your too much, we have other things to do” at my young age I didn’t understand why or what they ment. those words just recently stopped hurting so much. Foster home to foster home I would go. Nobody had the energy to love someone like me, the thoughts that went thru my head nobody wanted to hear. “Shes just doing that for attention”, I would hear people say little did they know I couldnt control my body. Finally a foster parent that cared enough I started seeing doctors more and stopped being told I was crazy. Meds were started and after a few trails finally a dosage was found that worked. It was like a fog was lifted and I could breath. I could pay attention in school all of a sudden everything made sense. A whole new world seemed to unfold A whole new book to write in my big book collection in life. As I grew to love that family and feel at home the longest place I had been in all my life I was 15 and I found out I had to move again. Best 4.5 years at one home I found out a few years later it wasnt me like I had thought they had gotten a divorce and neither alone could support any foster kids and mom tried to adopt me but found out she couldn’t becasue of the inpending divorce. Rounding the circles I went from one home to the next, I ended up learning to depend on myself. Having grand-mal seizures and having no idea why wasn’t as easy as it seems. I would hide in the bathroom and eventually dropped out of school. I found myself back in school getting my GED when i went to hide in another bathroom assuming the worse when someone came in and asked if I was ok. Timing everything ( I did not go over 1 minute and 15 seconds) and pulling me close sliding my backpack off (if you cant do that to someone just make sure they are in a safe location and airway is free to breath dont put anything in their mouth) and making sure my airway was clear. She talking to me calmly and did not get jumpy or ask 101 questions. she helped me back up after everything was done and never once acted as if I was an alien. She helped me study for my GED testing. Now I am ready to Start my Automotive classes in the summer got a long way to go. I am shocked to find there are others in the world just like me. She did n0t tell me she has a seizure disorder as well till after we had gotten to know each other a bit. She asked to share my story and I wanted to share with others. I have had grandmals ever since I could remember. If you dont know what to do do not hide in a bathroom please ask for help. best thing ISNT hiding, its asking for help. IF you dont know how to ask it starts with a “hello”. Thanks to the friend I made not only am I able to share my story with others but I was able to find out my local seizure doctor and get help with my studying in school, as well as make a new friend here at the Skagit Valley Community College. Thank you for reading my story.

——thank you for sharing your story yes that happened here in skagit county where this blog has been made and that person made friends with me 🙂 I do encourage everyone to continue sharing 🙂 we would love to hear from you stay EPILEPSY STRONG—–