September 2. I lie anxiously on the bed and feel my right hand twitch. J counts to a hundred with me. I love the firm voice with which she does this.

For the first time I took one of the pills my neurologist prescribed for extreme emergencies. When I feel an aura coming. Contrary to what I expected, it doesn’t knock me out in a few seconds, it just makes me calmer, eases the panic. It was necessary. It’s clonazepam, and it’s easy to get addicted to it.