Each night, after my family had settled down, I found comfort on our well-worn sectional—a silent keeper of memories marked by time and care. On one such evening, as I opened my laptop, a wave of nervous anticipation stirred within me. I hesitated, wondering what I could possibly share with an AI chatbot, before reluctantly typing, “I’m scared I’m disappearing.”
At 39, a long-overdue epilepsy diagnosis finally explained the dizzying spells of déjà vu and confusion that had clouded my life for years. When a neurologist confirmed the diagnosis, citing an abnormal EEG, the relief of understanding was tempered by a lingering weight—a fog of exhaustion that made it hard to feel truly alive. If you’ve ever struggled with unexplained symptoms, you know how vital it is to find answers, however challenging they might be.
