Telling the story of my AVM is a tough one. It’s no scarier than anyone elses - in fact I’m lucky mine was operable. Sure, my life is not what I thought it would be, but I’m still here and seizure free. Antidepressant free; no. Seizure meds; yes. Working; not yet. The internet happened and since I was out of it for enough years, my job is gone.
I’m in school and it’s hard. I take one class a semester. And I’m in school. I’m progressing.
Yes I still have a pity party regularly but I also have hope that I will contribute more than I take at some point. Just not today.