On the morning of my fifteenth birthday, my parents noticed a strange habit when I reached for a gift. Instead of unwrapping the present, I spaced out and let it fall as my hands twitched for a few seconds. Unsure of what exactly happened, we went through weeks of tests to finally reach the diagnosis of absent seizures. This condition is extremely manageable with proper medication; seeing that I was only experiencing occasional seizures that lasted for a few seconds, my neurologist put me on a low dose of Zarontin to treat the episodes. The seizures were under control until the summer of 2013, when I had my first (and hopefully last!) grand-mal seizure. The "break-through" grand-mal was induced due to my main trigger, which is waking up too quickly on an early morning, mixed with stress and not taking the correct dosage of medicine. With the grand-mal being more than a figurative wake-up call, I learned how to "ease into the concept of mornings," and to always listen to my body. One year later, I am thriving at a new school and on the track to being completely seizure-free by always placing high priority on taking the right amount of medicine. My condition could be far worse, and I am grateful for the incredible people who have made this adjustment as smooth as possible.