As a young adult, I started to notice that I couldn't remember the same family stories as my older sister. I would look at photographs and wonder why I could not remember more than what was in that captured moment, even though I took the photo. Come to find out, I had undiagnosed epilepsy, which was erasing these precious memories from my mind. Although treatment helps, I still heavily rely on those captured moments displayed on my walls and in family albums to remind me of the love and support I have in my life.