My life so far… (pt 2)

So there I was, a fourteen year old on his deathbed. Before I continue, I have to tell you how I got to Death’s door. On Saturday, February 20th 2010, I was already sick but still somewhat fine. Or so I thought. While eating my second bowl of cereal (Cap’n Crunch crunch berries) I started to feel odd. My chest felt tight. Then I noticed I just couldn’t breathe; no air went in or out. I rushed to the kitchen from my bedroom and I told my mother, “Mom, call an ambulance. I’m dying.”

The paramedics arrived within a few minutes, by then everything felt like it was in slow motion. I began to get tunnel vision and I felt the most incredible sensation of euphoria. I realized weeks later that I was feeling the sensation of death. Thankfully the paramedics stabilized me with medication.

Back in the hospital… My chest hurt from coughing for almost a full week. Given my condition, my strength nearly nonexistent so I couldn’t (and still can’t) cough up the phlegm. I was drowning from the inside. Telling my mother that I was certain I was going to die is an unforgettable experience especially since I did it at 14. Somehow I obviously recovered and went home a day before my 15th birthday. I spent a week in the hospital but it felt like a month. The rest of the school year was a blur. I shut everyone out and I didn’t notice a bubbling darkness brewing inside me. By the time I noticed, I was on the verge of breaking down.

However, with every action, there’s an equal and opposite reaction. It’s that very darkness that led me to begin writing. But that story is for another day. Until next time.