Jessica Nicely

How Epilepsy Changed My Life

I am lying on the ground. I feel a throbbing pain in the back of my head. I taste blood in my mouth. “Jessica." "Jessica.” I bat my eyes open. There are several people in my room; most of them are paramedics. I ask, “What is going on?” “You had a seizure,” said my mom. I had no idea what that meant at that moment, but it was serious enough for the paramedics to load me up onto the gurney and put me in the ambulance. That is when my heart started beating faster.