Bound and Seized

I have epilepsy. My first seizure occurred when I was eleven years old at my great aunt's funeral. It was single most terrifying moment of my life. I tried to capture that moment in prose for a writing class:

I stood next to the grave site staring down at the coffin of a great aunt I had never met. The air was damp and heavy with promised rain. The scent of recently mowed grass tickled my nose. As the minister droned on extolling my great aunt's virtues, my stomach suddenly twisted and...