My body is convulsing, limbs thrashing about. I am awake, yet I can’t control myself. A few hours earlier, I went to bed just fine, thinking about cars and spaceships. During the middle of a dream, I felt the trembling of someone shaking me. I woke up to find my mother staring at me, a look of worry and distress upon her face. I knew something had happened, yet I couldn’t figure out what. But all of this is not happening to me, it is happening to my younger brother. At the age of 5, my brother was diagnosed with epilepsy, a disorder that causes high electrical activity in the brain. This hyperactivity leads to seizures, a brief period of time where a person may lose consciousness or express violent muscle jerks. Watching my brother go through