“…This is not about me…this is… about men wallowing on bar stools, drearily practicing attraction and everyone who will drift home tonight, crest-fallen because not enough strangers found you suitably fuckable. “ – Katie Makkai, Pretty
I was diagnosed with epilepsy when I was fifteen years old. It has been thirteen years and I have about one "breakthrough" seizure per year. It terrifies me. Waking up with injuries and no recollection of the previous few hours... I wrote an essay about the experience a few years ago. I share this in the spirit of radical honesty...