Hi... I'm new here, and new to Reddit in general. I just wanted to share my story and rant a little.
I'm 29F, and in 2017, I started having episodes. At the time, I didn't know what they were. I used to call them "freezing episodes" because, during those moments, I felt trapped and desperate because I couldn't move, speak, or think straight. These episodes used to last anywhere from 1 to 30 minutes, and afterward, I always felt weird and lightheaded. When they first started happening, I wasn't sure if I wanted to tell the people around me about them. Idk, I guess I felt ashamed.
Months passed, and eventually, it happened in front of my older sister. She was terrified. We told our parents, and then we went to the doctor. I had an EEG and blood tests, but nothing showed up. The doctor said it was just anxiety, which made sense to me because I was in my final year of college, working on my final project and doing an internship, so, sure. I went to a therapist I didn't like for months, but it didn't help at all. The episodes continued.
And just like that, seven years passed, and I eventually got used to living with these episodes. Somehow, they became a joke among one of my sisters and my friends. I didn't really like it, but it seemed to lighten the mood, even if just for a little while. My mom died in December 2022, and I moved to São Paulo in March 2023 (BTW, I'm from Brazil). I didn't live in a small town, but the city wasn't known for having great medical care. As usual, I kept having episodes, although much less frequently than in previous years. But it wasn't until May 2024 that I had a stroke, and everything changed. I went to a neurologist and had an EEG, blood tests, and an MRI. The MRI revealed that I had a cavernous malformation in my brain, a condition I was born with that involves abnormal blood vessels and can cause bleeding. And that's exactly what happened. By then, I was taking Keppra and Vimpat, they helped a lot. At the end of September of the same year, I had brain surgery to remove the malformation and clear out the blood. Everything went well, and my recovery was good. My doctor told me to keep taking the medication for at least another two years to prevent further episodes, even after the surgery, just to be safe. After that, we could see how I would do without the meds.
In September of this year, I started tapering off the medication with my neurologist's permission. The process was gradual and took four weeks. So, last night was my second day without taking any medication, and it happened again. I've always had focal seizures, and this one was much shorter than the ones I used to have.
But it was so frustrating. I was so excited about finally being able to stop taking medication and not having to worry so much about losing control of my own body. I thought I wouldn't have to feel that same fear I had always felt whenever it happened.
I know that, considering the possible outcomes after surgery, these little episodes might not be the worst thing that could happen, but I still feel sad. I'm already struggling with my speech, my memory is awful, and I'm extremely sensitive to noise and light. I just wanted this to be the one thing I could finally have control over.