When it all stops I feel tired, exhausted, I'm still on the floor.
"Olive?"
"Velio?"
"Are you fine?"
"How do you feel?"
"Oh my God, why isn't she saying something?"
The voices are coming from every corner of the room and I'm trying to get an understanding of the environment I'm in.
They feel like noise to my ears.
This is what the epilepsy does to me, give me blackouts. But the memory comes back quickly, it was a welcome party for me. I'm trying so hard not to look at the lights, that's what caused it all.
I'm never ashamed of the attacks but when they happen before a large group of people, I always feel bad because I can't tell how bad it can be.
The first person I see is Bill he is kneeling before me and he looks worried and I just don't want him to give me that look.
I have h
