I first started writing down the number and dates of my seizures about 12-14 years ago, before moving from Romania to Belgium. At first, I just tried to remember the numbers of seizures I had in a year, then I remembered the dates. I remember clearly my first seizure, because, well, it was “my first” and it was in an usual setting and caused a whirlwind of things going wrong in my life.

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