I’m in a unique position, because I was born and raised in the UK, and I’m a member of the same society as many of my fellow sufferers.
This is an important distinction because it allows me to make a more informed, and perhaps less judgemental, choice.
As a child, I was a child of the internet.
I was on Facebook.
I played games on my phone.
My favourite TV show was called Game of Thrones, and the internet was a huge part of my life.
The only way I could keep track of the people around me was by playing games on Facebook or watching movies on Netflix.
The internet also made it easy to share my experiences with my friends.
And so, from a young age, my family and I grew up watching and listening to the BBC Radio 4 children’s programme, The Big Bang Theory.
It was the BBC that introduced me to books and TV and brought me to my first understanding of the joys of reading.
I had already read books and watched TV at the same age.
I was not yet fully exposed to the joy of reading, but the BBC did teach me that I could read, and learn, from books.
As an adult, I read more books than I could count, and soon started writing and reading again.
The Big Break In the early 2000s, as the internet age reached its peak, my book-loving and reading habits changed drastically.
The Internet had given me access to books that I’d never otherwise have had the opportunity to read.
I felt like I had a newfound responsibility to create an amazing reading experience for myself, and to the children I grew close to.
I wanted to create a space for children with epilepsy to connect and share their stories with other children.
So, with the help of my friends, I decided to create my own online reading group, which would allow other people to share their own experiences with children with seizures.
After several months of trying different approaches, I found a simple way to share stories of reading with my own children: by creating a website that let people create and publish their own book club.
It’s not unusual for a book club to have its own website, and in this case, the website was the creation of a member with epilepsy who shared his own stories of his own life with the world.
He shared his experiences with me, and with others with epilepsy, on his website, which was hosted on GitHub.
Over the next year, I continued to add to the site, adding new stories and adding a new page to share new stories.
Eventually, the site grew to over 1,000 pages and was eventually merged with a Facebook group.
In the process, I discovered that there was a community of people like myself who were sharing their stories of epilepsy and the joy and love of reading together.
The group has since grown into a community where book clubs are hosted and read by people from all walks of life.
It is by sharing these stories, through the stories of other sufferers, that I was able to build my own book group, one that would become a safe, inclusive space for other sufferer to share and connect.
It is by reading stories of those with epilepsy that I am able to gain the skills I need to build the community of friends I know, and for others to share with.
It’s not uncommon for a community like this to grow to have around 3,000 members, and as I grow more involved with the group, I find that it has become a place where other people share their experiences with epilepsy.
I am lucky that my friends and I have a shared interest in epilepsy and a shared passion for learning about it.
I have spent many nights in the comfort of my own home, learning about the science of epilepsy through a podcast I listen to with my children.
I’m lucky that I have the support of my family, as well as the help from a variety of people I meet in the group.
It has been a privilege to have a group of friends who are sharing their experiences and learning from each other, and it has been rewarding to have new friends join us.
And now, my children have come into my life, and they have been a part of the learning process.