Hello everyone, the reason I haven't been writing is because the seizures have been getting worse and worse. I've had seven grand Mal this week causing me two concussions. I usually don't do this, but I need help from all of my readers. I want all of you to read my story then read the last of it.

Ever since I was three I was diagnosed with generalised epilepsy. It didn't start getting bad until the age of twelve. Things started taking a turn for the worse. Me hitting falling in classrooms, taking a nose dive while playing football, and even urinating all over my friends in class while my principal had to carry me out. They were embarrassing experiences.
I couldn't even practice my own graduation, because I had a patitmal seizure and they had to help me out.
I didn't think it could get worse. I thought with all of the medications that I was on that I would get better, that I would be able to drive. I was wrong. First day at Carey, in my literature class, I had a seizure. I scared my teacher of course. I hated that. They even had me put on a stretcher and taken to the hospital. Even though I begged them not to. Pleaded with them. I cried for my mom, because I felt like I had no one else.
I had more and more seizures at William Carey, where the ambulance had to come and pick me up, even though I begged them not to pick me up. No matter how badly I wanted my mom there, she was too far away. I also had others, but I was terrified and humiliated when they saw me like this. I had even gotten sick in chapel.
Back in February, they had to do a few tests on me. My mom and I were driving in the car one day and my eyes began to shake and I became nauseated. I told her to stop the car. When she did, I immediately got out and emptied my stomach. My mom called the hospital and told her we were on our way. I cried when the car moved my eyes wouldn't stop shaking. She had to stop somewhere and fill a bag with ice and put it against my face with a Hoodie covering my eyes. They took me to one hospital that night and I stayed there for twelve hours, then they put me in an ambulance and sent me to Ochsners in New Orleans.
After a week of blood tests, MRIs, cat scans, we found out that instead of generalised epilepsy, I have Lennox-Gastaut Syndrome. It's a rare and severe type of epilepsy, and people usually develop when they are little and the neurologist were surprised I had it. I was surprised as well. They didn't put me on many medications, which I was surprised, and sent me home.
In May, I would have died if it wasn't for my Papa. I was in the lake with my daughter and brother who were swimming and I guess they didn't notice I was missing. My papa asked where I was, so everyone was looking for me. When they found me, I was having a Grand Mal seizure in the water. The ambulance had to pick me up.
My mom always told my neurologist about the vns, constantly bringing it up. Well, after that situation I had finally gotten it in July. It helps bring me out of my seizures but not the emotional detachment.
I'm on the archery team and the people on there are like my family. They all did good at their competition, even if they don't think they did. I kind of ruined it for them though. I had two seizures right before the banquet. Two the next day. I was lucky my friends Alex and David were there though. They knew how to bring me out of it.
I had another seizure in front of my schools books store. I can't really remember what happens during my seizures, all I know is what people tell me and who helped me. There are some really good people out there who took care of me. I was lucky Alex and David were there again, because nobody else new how to use the magnet.

I tell you all my story because this is the life I go through every single day. Those break through seizures, not the ones that go off where my voice changes on a consistent basis. No. I'm trying to get a seizure dog in case I'm alone instead of with anyone around me. So it can war everyone when I'm having one. Or if I'm with someone the dog will know what to do. When I'm with people around me I constantly say I'm sorry, feeling like it's all my fault for having this disability. Having this dog in my presence with help me. Make me finally have not just protection, but comfort.

I'm trying to get a seizure dog and I need as much help as I can get. I have a Facebook fundraiser going, and have raised $95. The dog cost $15,000. Guys, I swear I'm not trying to mooch off all of you I'm just trying to feel safer and get more help and begin writing again. Please, no mean reviews.

MMy Facebook name is: Gabriella Rayne Deaderick and my profile picture is of a seizure dog. Thank you all.