Purpose: To convey through my experience, how good and bad experiences can come from something that is life changing and the effect it has on people. How hard it can be to come to terms with a major change in a person's life and show that taking away bad experiences is not necessarily good.
             When people are asked to analyse their life. For some peculiar reason they always focus on the bad experiences, leaving out all of the great times, like watching a cricket match on the television and screaming so loud that they're soon out of breath, all the time knowing that they Probably couldn't hear you. I once looked at my life in a very negative way, but now I look at my life with the opposite view.
             I remember the two days, after my fist seizure, which was at school. They seemed to last for an eternity. I'd lie awake all night and stare out the window all day, In the desperate hope that it was a one off, I didn't have epilepsy, everything was normal, and life was fine, the way it always was.
             On the twenty eighth of May, my world was turned upside down, when the suspected diagnosis of epilepsy was confirmed, tears began running down my face, as those words were said, as if I knew in my heart, but was desperate to be wrong. Why me? What had I ever done to deserve this? These thoughts immediately crept into my head.
             At that point I thought I would cry forever, even if the tears weren't showing. I was crying because my life had just changed forever, I was angry that I'd let it happen, but mostly I was afraid, afraid what epilepsy may mean for my future. I didn't know whether I could still get my drivers licence, I was so terrified I would have to leave St John Ambulance. What scared me most was, I wouldn't be able to make my dream of being an Ambulance Paramedic become reality. What made it worse was not the crying, but when I had stopped crying and blaming the world for what I had just d
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