My name is Zach. 

I was 6 years old when I was told I had epilepsy. 

Sometimes I feel lost. 

My mum gives me my medicine before I come to school and before I go to bed and she makes sure that I am safe when I am asleep.

My friends support me at break time by playing with me. 

Having a child with epilepsy means dealing with parenting issues. Not being able to sleep at night because I'm worried that a seizure could happen without me being there to help Zach. The helplessness I feel when I see my child seizing. On edge when we're out waiting for something to happen. Sometimes I feel that the hospital is my second home: Zach going for appointments, blood tests, the dietician. It goes on!

Watching a child suffer in different ways is hard and I just want to take his pain away. When my child comes up to me and asks me why he's different, I say you're not. This is emotional. He says he's different because he has epilepsy. Finding answers for him to understand is hard.