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Saturday 14th February 2026 Weekly Journal. Cats😻, spats😢 and FND Seizures 😭

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Honestly? This week has been a proper rough one, and I'm not going to pretend otherwise.

It started with Jaspervark being rushed to the vets, which absolutely floored me emotionally. As any pet parent knows, that particular kind of panic and worry is all-consuming — and for those of us with FND, stress isn't just stressful. It's fuel for our symptoms. Cue two FND seizures this week. Cheers, Ellyllons. Really helpful. 🙄

My speech has been all over the shop, the tremors and shakes have been making a grand appearance, and my physical and cognitive function has been somewhere around "snail on a bad day." I've been napping for about three hours every single day, and even the tasks that should be simple — sending an email, making a phone call — have felt like climbing a mountain in a swimsuit. Exhausting, confusing, and honestly a bit defeating.

It's felt like my rollercoaster life has been flipped backwards, which — for those who know me — is no small thing. I won't even sit on a train facing the wrong direction. So yeah. It's been that kind of week.

For those of you who aren't familiar with dissociative seizures; they're not the same as epileptic seizures, though they can look similar from the outside. They happen when the brain essentially becomes overwhelmed and temporarily disconnects, often triggered by stress, pain, or fatigue. During a seizure, I might lose awareness, collapse, shake, or be completely unresponsive — but there's no abnormal electrical activity in the brain like there is with epilepsy. They're a feature of my FND, and while they're not dangerous in the way some seizures are, they are absolutely exhausting and leave me wiped out for hours — sometimes a full day — afterwards. This week I slept for the best part of a day recovering from one. They really do take the living daylights out of me.

I've been trying hard — maybe too hard — to keep appointments and tick things off. And I did manage to make most of them, which honestly feels like a win, even if I've paid for it in spoons.

I won't lie, I've mentally and emotionally overdone it. Sometimes I push because I feel guilty about what I'm not doing. Sound familiar to anyone?