In the depths of despair, as relentless seizures wracked my body, I turned to the only refuge I had left: my faith in God. With every surge of electricity coursing through my brain, I clung to the belief that my Glorious God held the power to heal and restore. Through countless sleepless nights and moments of doubt, I poured out my heart in fervent prayer, seeking His guidance and strength. As I surrendered my life to His will, a flicker of hope began to ignite within me. And so, in the darkest hours, relying solely on my God, I triumphed over the relentless grip of epilepsy. This is my story, a testament to the transformative power of prayer and the unwavering love of a God who never abandoned me in my greatest need. In sharing it, I seek to inspire others to embrace the power of faith, even in the face of adversity, knowing that the Glorious God is always with us, offering hope and healing in our darkest hours.