On July 23, 2011, I was waking up to the sound of my alarm at 4 am to take my dad to the airport with my mom. My head felt heavy as if I couldn't think straight. I walked to the kitchen to make breakfast with my dad.

I grabbed a bowl to put cereal in it, but I dropped the bowl. My dad asked me if I was okay. As far as I knew, I was okay. I picked up the bowl and continued to grab the milk. I dropped the gallon of milk on the floor.

I started to feel fuzzy and I started to shake off and on. I picked up the milk, but I dropped it again. Whatever. I grabbed the cereal and ended up dropping the entire box of cereal. I bent down to pick it up but I ended up seizing. I woke up in an ambulance. July 23, 2011, was the day that I was diagnosed with epilepsy.

On October 1, 2014, I was playing tennis. I was on the tennis team all four years of high school. I played continuously for 7+ hours. I was in the middle of an intense game with the opposing team when I started to feel shaky.

I looked around not knowing what was going to happen to me. I looked at my coach and mouthed the words, "I'm sorry." I purposefully missed the ball making my opponent win the game. I shook her hand and walked over to my mom. I passed out and my last game of the season ended up with a seizure. Both teams made a prayer circle for me. October 1, 2014, was the day that I felt weak.

On January 19, 2016, I woke up to my brother trying to wake me up. I finally came to my brother's voice asking if I was okay. I had a seizure in my sleep. January 19, 2016, was the day that I feared to fall asleep.

On February 18, 2016, I woke up to get ready for school. I walked into the kitchen to grab something when I passed out, started to fall, hit my head on the counter top, and hit my head on the kitchen floor. It is unclear how long I had been laying there. I remember coming to and going back to bed. I called my mom and told her that I think that I just had a seizure. She immediately called my dad who came home. He found a pile of blood the size of an area rug. He rushed me to the hospital. I ended up getting staples. February 18, 2016, was the day that I decided to take control of my body.

Ever since my last seizure, I have started to raise awareness left and right. November is Epilepsy Awareness Month, so that month is full of facts about epilepsy that I share on social media. So far, I have touched about 100,000+ epileptics' life. I work with the Epilepsy Foundation to raise money to find a cure for this mysterious disorder.

I hit a three-year seizure free milestone a few days ago and I feel so undefeated.

You CAN take control of your body.

You CAN defeat your medical demons.

You CAN make the most out of anything you set your mind to.

I know what you're thinking. You're thinking that it's impossible to turn a disorder like this into a positive experience. But it's not. Nothing is impossible. I promise you that.