November is Epilepsy Awareness Month. Please tell your family, friends, and coworkers about epilepsy. We want our society to gain a better awareness. Purchase a few copies of Chris Maxwell’s physical book Underwater here, or eBook and Audiobook– and give copies to others. This mouth various people will write stories for Chris Maxwell’s blog, offering thoughts about live with epilepsy. #EpilepsyAwarenessMonth


Imagine life with epilepsy. Consider yourself among us—one of the statistics. Though each person living with epilepsy is different, select a seizure type, choose a cause, pick a particular damage in your brain.

Stare at the server as you sit at your favorite restaurant—with music playing and the smell already tasting delicious—while you can’t locate the words in your brain to voice your order. She waits. You search. Friends at the table stare. How do you feel?

Sit in your normal chair for the business meeting with your corporate team. You know the drill. It’s your turn. This is your area of expertise; you own it. But this time the words aren’t as clear. You slightly stutter, staring at the computer computer screen. Your hands twitch. Your eyes blink. You begin to sweat. The team waits for your response. How do you feel? 

Stand in front of the crowd to perform your favorite solo. You’ve embraced the scene for a decade. The band plays; you get ready to change the audience’s mood with your voice. But the first lines don’t flow. You’re dizzy. You’re not sure if this is real or a dream. The last thing you remember is looking away from the flickering light—its glare was so bright. Soon you’re being picked up from the floor and taken to an ambulance. You thought the seizures were gone. Now it seems like the life you love is gone. How do you feel?

Walk around the house. You live alone. Neighbors speak. They’ll come by if you call. But no family nearby. No true friends. You wish someone else knew how many seizures you’ve had the last month. You wish someone was there to remind you what your doctor said in your previous appointment. But you just look out the widow, watching how others appear to be “living life.” How do you feel?

Imagine having a seizure during class in middle school. Puberty. Competition for popularity. Body and emotions and beauty and friends. And now this. How does that define your teenage identity?

I’ve asked you to image because those are some of our encounters. Those are our adventures Underwater.

Those are just a few stories. What can we do to help people with epilepsy? What can you do to help bring encouragement to one of their stories?