Epilepsy is an invisible illness. This is what daily life with it looks like.

It’s 6:30 a.m. on a Saturday morning and I hear the pat-pat-pat of children’s feet on the hardwood floor above me, then, giggles, and I see two young boys at the top of the staircase. I hear an adult voice call out, “Brush your teeth before going downstairs!” There is a pause, then, “Yes, Mom,” with...

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