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I was able to get some free time away from home and went to visit one of my friends. When I arrived another friend of my friend was there also. They were smoking wax and asked if I wanted to smoke and so I took a hit. I’ve tried wax once before and experienced anxiety and really didn't care for it. After taking a hit, I sat back down and took a few sips from my beer. I started feeling hot and then my hearing started to close. I knew I was in trouble but didn't let anyone know. I knew my friends were talking but I couldn't hear them. I could see their mouths moving through my blurry vision which was getting worse with each second. All while keeping how I was feeling to myself because I didn't want to ruin their high.
Even now almost 15 years later, hardly a day goes by that I don’t think about my experience of going to the other side during surgery. I’m frustrated and I have been searching for answers.
well to whoever is reading this there is no capping in this i was not religious at all i believed we all were going to get buried and that was the end to us I was wrong and here’s why so one day i was being an idiot and i slashed some of my neighbors tires and i got caught by the bitch ass police sorry for swearing and he had to take me to shelter care but he forgot to search me for stuff and i had xans on me. And we all know it’s boring in shelter care so i took all the xans that day right and i went to sleep my friend jonathan which im still good buddies with will tell u he walked in to the room and i was foaming up and he said my eyes rolled to the back of my head so he went to go get help its good that he did otherwise i would be dead
Seven years ago, I was experiencing stress and anxiety at work, coupled with the effects of having to go into full time work instead of being able to participate in a schedule of voluntary work which I had done for the past 2 years. I was lying in bed when I felt short of breath and started to hyperventilate. I felt my heart and breathing stop and lost consciousness.
When I was 13, I was living in a world of torment after being diagnosed with epilepsy since I was 11 and having up to 6 tonic-clonic seizures every day. On top of that, our family had recently fallen apart with mum and dad’s divorce and our family moving around a lot because of such.
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