Everything is not always what it seems. I was always the one who kept everything to herself - I could be screaming on the inside, but completely silent on the outside. In my situation, the third time was the charm. The start of high school was the start of negativity, not only mentally, but neurologically. Insecurities, seizures, and anxiety overwhelmed me. My parents and I have been through half a dozen medical professionals. I remember when this all began, my mom made it clear that she did not want me on any pills. After my counselor and psychiatrist did not work, my dad was frustrated. The drive to Ann and Robert H. Lurie Children 's Hospital of Chicago was a mystery to me, I had never been in that part of the city. It was a beautiful,