Well I can only speak to my own experience, of course, but suffice to say it's like nothing you've ever felt before. The actual seizure you don't remember, it hardly seems like any time has slipped by at all, even though they can last for several minutes. It's hard to imagine yourself clutching at your chest with wrists bent inward, eyes rolled into the back of your head, your whole body convulsing as your mouth foams- I'd have to say that witnessing one is far more frightening than actually having one, really. So thankfully, the last few I've had, I was completely alone. Or not so thankfully, because trying to piece together what happened afterward is a chore, much less where/when you are.
Like I mentioned, I get an aura before I have a seizure or near-seizure episode. Anyone who has chronic migraines probably has some notion as to how this feels, at least in the beginning. But soon everything looks and feels crisply wrong, like staring at the sun for too long, I begin to have the photo hallucinations I mentioned before, and really, the light is quite something to be in awe of. I know that sounds absolutely fucking kooky, but there is very little I can do to adequately describe it. It's like when somebody yells your name nearby, and that instant you are compelled to look their way, to see for what and who it is beckoning your attention- it is that exact feeling, condensed into a flickering light above your eye, and stretched over what seems like an eternal moment; it turns your head against your will, and my eyes only slightly twitch before I wake up in a position some minutes later with bruises and spit on the ground. One particularly brutal instance felt like something had a firm grasp of my head and was trying to twist it straight off - I'm not making a hyperbole, it felt exactly like that, like something was forcing me to stare to my left side, to stare directly at a light I can never focus upon.
I'd say it's a distinctly spiritual experience, if ever there was such a thing.
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