I had my first seizure at a high school dance. The music was loud, the energy high, and I remember smiling, mid-turn during the Cotton Eye Joe. Then, without warning, everything went black. I collapsed to the floor, unconscious. What no one realized at the time — not my friends, not the teachers, not even me — was that I was experiencing a tonic-clonic seizure that would last over seven minutes. I had been a healthy teenage girl for the past 17 years, and now I was on the floor, convulsing and drooling, my eyes rolling back into my head. My friends ran to get help, finding my mother and any other person who could help. Once I regained consciousness, I was in the hospital. "Libby, you had a seizure" my parents told me. I knew my high school career was never going to be the same. My life was stopped. I could no longer do the things I loved, no more swimming, no more driving, and I struggled to attend school. My memory didn't work and I was terrified to go into public. I spent the next several months in and out of doctors offices, trying to figure out what was wrong with me. Was it a one time thing? Was it because I'm a teenage girl? Was it because I'm weak or dumb or was there something wrong with me? After a long and grueling four months, I finally got the diagnosis. I have Epilepsy, which causes me to have intense and random seizures. After that I was put on medication and the seizures started to calm down. When deciding what I wanted to go to college for, I realized that learning about what was going on in my brain made it easier to cope with the fear I had. I was always worried for when my next seizure would come. But, but learning about my condition and how it works, where it comes from, and how its managed, it got easier to understand. So, I decided that I needed to go to college to pursue studies in Psychology and Biology. I would like to become a Neuropsychologist to help children understand their diagnosis of Epilepsy. I really want to help kids who were put in the same situation I was put into. In order to do this, I need some more funding to help me continue my schooling.

I had my first seizure at a high school dance. The music was loud, the energy high, and I remember smiling, mid-turn during the Cotton Eye Joe. Then, without warning, everything went black. I collapsed to the floor, unconscious. What no one realized at the time — not my friends, not the teachers, not even me — was that I was experiencing a tonic-clonic seizure that would last over seven minutes. I had been a healthy teenage girl for the past 17 years, and now I was on the floor, convulsing and drooling, my eyes rolling back into my head. My friends ran to get help, finding my mother and any other person who could help. Once I regained consciousness, I was in the hospital. "Libby, you had a seizure" my parents told me. I knew my high school career was never going to be the same. My life was stopped. I could no longer do the things I loved, no more swimming, no more driving, and I struggled to attend school. My memory didn't work and I was terrified to go into public. I spent the next several months in and out of doctors offices, trying to figure out what was wrong with me. Was it a one time thing? Was it because I'm a teenage girl? Was it because I'm weak or dumb or was there something wrong with me? After a long and grueling four months, I finally got the diagnosis. I have Epilepsy, which causes me to have intense and random seizures. After that I was put on medication and the seizures started to calm down. When deciding what I wanted to go to college for, I realized that learning about what was going on in my brain made it easier to cope with the fear I had. I was always worried for when my next seizure would come. But, but learning about my condition and how it works, where it comes from, and how its managed, it got easier to understand. So, I decided that I needed to go to college to pursue studies in Psychology and Biology. I would like to become a Neuropsychologist to help children understand their diagnosis of Epilepsy. I really want to help kids who were put in the same situation I was put into. In order to do this, I need some more funding to help me continue my schooling. I want to make a change in the world of Epilepsy, but in order to do that, I need some help.

I had my first seizure at a high school dance. The music was loud, the energy high, and I remember smiling, mid-turn during the Cotton Eye Joe. Then, without warning, everything went black. I collapsed to the floor, unconscious. What no one realized at the time — not my friends, not the teachers, not even me — was that I was experiencing a tonic-clonic seizure that would last over seven minutes. I had been a healthy teenage girl for the past 17 years, and now I was on the floor, convulsing and drooling, my eyes rolling back into my head. My friends ran to get help, finding my mother and any other person who could help. Once I regained consciousness, I was in the hospital. "Libby, you had a seizure" my parents told me. I knew my high school career was never going to be the same. My life was stopped. I could no longer do the things I loved, no more swimming, no more driving, and I struggled to attend school. My memory didn't work and I was terrified to go into public. I spent the next several months in and out of doctors offices, trying to figure out what was wrong with me. Was it a one time thing? Was it because I'm a teenage girl? Was it because I'm weak or dumb or was there something wrong with me? After a long and grueling four months, I finally got the diagnosis. I have Epilepsy, which causes me to have intense and random seizures. After that I was put on medication and the seizures started to calm down. When deciding what I wanted to go to college for, I realized that learning about what was going on in my brain made it easier to cope with the fear I had. I was always worried for when my next seizure would come. But, but learning about my condition and how it works, where it comes from, and how its managed, it got easier to understand. So, I decided that I needed to go to college to pursue studies in Psychology and Biology. I would like to become a Neuropsychologist to help children understand their diagnosis of Epilepsy. I really want to help kids who were put in the same situation I was put into. In order to do this, I need some more funding to help me continue my schooling. I really want to make a change in the world of Epilepsy care, and I need some help to get there.

I had my first seizure at a high school dance. The music was loud, the energy high, and I remember smiling, mid-turn during the Cotton Eye Joe. Then, without warning, everything went black. I collapsed to the floor, unconscious. What no one realized at the time — not my friends, not the teachers, not even me — was that I was experiencing a tonic-clonic seizure that would last over seven minutes. I had been a healthy teenage girl for the past 17 years, and now I was on the floor, convulsing and drooling, my eyes rolling back into my head. My friends ran to get help, finding my mother and any other person who could help. Once I regained consciousness, I was in the hospital. "Libby, you had a seizure" my parents told me. I knew my high school career was never going to be the same. My life was stopped. I could no longer do the things I loved, no more swimming, no more driving, and I struggled to attend school. My memory didn't work and I was terrified to go into public. I spent the next several months in and out of doctors offices, trying to figure out what was wrong with me. Was it a one time thing? Was it because I'm a teenage girl? Was it because I'm weak or dumb or was there something wrong with me? After a long and grueling four months, I finally got the diagnosis. I have Epilepsy, which causes me to have intense and random seizures. After that I was put on medication and the seizures started to calm down. When deciding what I wanted to go to college for, I realized that learning about what was going on in my brain made it easier to cope with the fear I had. I was always worried for when my next seizure would come. But, but learning about my condition and how it works, where it comes from, and how its managed, it got easier to understand. So, I decided that I needed to go to college to pursue studies in Psychology and Biology. I would like to become a Neuropsychologist to help children understand their diagnosis of Epilepsy. I really want to help kids who were put in the same situation I was put into. In order to do this, I need some more funding to help me continue my schooling.

I had my first seizure at a high school dance. The music was loud, the energy high, and I remember smiling, mid-turn during the Cotton Eye Joe. Then, without warning, everything went black. I collapsed to the floor, unconscious. What no one realized at the time — not my friends, not the teachers, not even me — was that I was experiencing a tonic-clonic seizure that would last over seven minutes. I had been a healthy teenage girl for the past 17 years, and now I was on the floor, convulsing and drooling, my eyes rolling back into my head. My friends ran to get help, finding my mother and any other person who could help. Once I regained consciousness, I was in the hospital. "Libby, you had a seizure" my parents told me. I knew my high school career was never going to be the same. My life was stopped. I could no longer do the things I loved, no more swimming, no more driving, and I struggled to attend school. My memory didn't work and I was terrified to go into public. I spent the next several months in and out of doctors offices, trying to figure out what was wrong with me. Was it a one time thing? Was it because I'm a teenage girl? Was it because I'm weak or dumb or was there something wrong with me? After a long and grueling four months, I finally got the diagnosis. I have Epilepsy, which causes me to have intense and random seizures. After that I was put on medication and the seizures started to calm down. When deciding what I wanted to go to college for, I realized that learning about what was going on in my brain made it easier to cope with the fear I had. I was always worried for when my next seizure would come. But, but learning about my condition and how it works, where it comes from, and how its managed, it got easier to understand. So, I decided that I needed to go to college to pursue studies in Psychology and Biology. I would like to become a Neuropsychologist to help children understand their diagnosis of Epilepsy. I really want to help kids who were put in the same situation I was put into. In order to do this, I need some more funding to help me continue my schooling.