Hostel ragging was unfortunately very common back when I was at college and my batchmates (those in the same year as me) were being ragged. During all of this one of my batchmate’s who had epilepsy suddenly dropped to the floor and started shaking in what turned out to be a generalised tonic-clonic seizure. We rushed him to the hospital

Seizure freedom is a funny thing, from the moment you are told by your doctor “you have epilepsy“ it becomes the ultimate goal. But what does seizure freedom really feel like? Is it the ultimate goal? Does life just return to normal? I hate to shatter the dream but unfortunately, it’s not quite that easy.