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JJJune
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- Nov 20, 2020
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Well its been nearly a year since my SN Survival.(check my previous posts for more details)Things have been rough, but, without going into too much detail ive somehow managed to get my life somewhat better than it was. Beside some minor short term memory issues, I'm pretty much fully recovered by now. I no longer have to take pills for my heart or check my blood pressure anymore. But I will say having gained a lot of my memory back since getting a traumatic brain injury after surviving the attempt; remembering the events of that night aren't the greatest to say the least. I don't write this to fear monger or try to dissuade anyone from making the choice to follow through with this method; I just thought to leave some more of my story here, partly because I need to vent, but also because i think its very important for me to put the information out there that someone may be prepared for the worst case scenario experience if they do decide to make the choice-even if they follow the regiment. Again, this is MY experience it shouldn't necessarily be indicative of this method as a whole. But I have lived through this. I feel like a have pretty good understanding of it.
Now that my memory is a lot clearer, I more accurately recall pretty much everything about my attempt now. Firstly, I now recall that it was NOT PEACEFUL, and NOT PAINLESS (Yes following the regiment etc. etc.,see previous post) The time going from conscious to unconscious was far far far too long to be even remotely comfortable. I think i went into it assuming that I would take it and it might suck for a second and it would kind of be like an alcohol blackout, or maybe SN wasn't even lethal, maybe and it was all just bs.
It was not that smooth at all.
After pacing back and forth for hours, i get the "courage" to down it. I felt fine for a good 10-15 minutes; Get a bit uncomfortable, nauseas, lethargic, whatever, nothing more than a hangover. Then all of a sudden I feel like I was gonna implode upon myself. Think of like the worst headache you've ever had and multiply the severity that by a thousand. Then there's a loud ringing in my ears. Vision goes dark and back again and dark and back. I get like brief 2 second lapses in memory. Sounds distort, sound like they're coming from out of a pool or something, really muffled. Feel like there's a gigantic weight on my chest. Feel like I'm losing consciousness but I'm not yet. Try to calm down but I'm still not passing out. I then settle into a type of feeling that I can't even describe. I don't even have a name for it, suffering?, fear?, pain?, whatever it is its unbearable. I know now that I'm dieing, but the feeling continues, I'm suffering, begging my brain to put me out of my misery. But I still remain conscious. My brain is torturing me.
Panic sets in. Want to scream for help but I can't raise my voice for some reason. Crying like a baby now, as my brain fills my head with thoughts of the few people who mean something to me and how I'm a failure to them. Can't hear my own voice as I get to my phone to call for help. Lose all balance and coordination. Feel like I have sleep paralysis but I'm standing up. Pass out for a few seconds. Wake. Pass out. Wake. Pass out. Wake. Somehow get the quick thinking that I'll need to unlock the door to my apartment so that paramedics, can get to me. Fall down and slam my head on the tile floor right before I can get to the door . Blood gushing down from my split open brow into my eye. Blind. Get up . Fall again. Lose all senses. Get up again, relying on pure will and muscle memory, I unlock the door.
I literally died. My pulse stopped. In what feels like an eternity I awake in the hospital for a brief mimute. Go into a coma for a while. Awake in hospital again. Go through Physical and cognitive therapy for months. Heart problems.
Entually able to move on. The total cost of my care in the hospital was nearly a million dollars. Something all family and relatives had to scrape together, So that's a fun thing about the American healthcare system.
Flash forward to now. I do feel better about myself, and am making changes in my life. Im moving on now.
I know it's the last thing someone will want to hear. But please take some time to consider your decisions. And call me not genuine or corny, or whatever, but to whoever took their time to read this I'm sending love your way.
Now that my memory is a lot clearer, I more accurately recall pretty much everything about my attempt now. Firstly, I now recall that it was NOT PEACEFUL, and NOT PAINLESS (Yes following the regiment etc. etc.,see previous post) The time going from conscious to unconscious was far far far too long to be even remotely comfortable. I think i went into it assuming that I would take it and it might suck for a second and it would kind of be like an alcohol blackout, or maybe SN wasn't even lethal, maybe and it was all just bs.
It was not that smooth at all.
After pacing back and forth for hours, i get the "courage" to down it. I felt fine for a good 10-15 minutes; Get a bit uncomfortable, nauseas, lethargic, whatever, nothing more than a hangover. Then all of a sudden I feel like I was gonna implode upon myself. Think of like the worst headache you've ever had and multiply the severity that by a thousand. Then there's a loud ringing in my ears. Vision goes dark and back again and dark and back. I get like brief 2 second lapses in memory. Sounds distort, sound like they're coming from out of a pool or something, really muffled. Feel like there's a gigantic weight on my chest. Feel like I'm losing consciousness but I'm not yet. Try to calm down but I'm still not passing out. I then settle into a type of feeling that I can't even describe. I don't even have a name for it, suffering?, fear?, pain?, whatever it is its unbearable. I know now that I'm dieing, but the feeling continues, I'm suffering, begging my brain to put me out of my misery. But I still remain conscious. My brain is torturing me.
Panic sets in. Want to scream for help but I can't raise my voice for some reason. Crying like a baby now, as my brain fills my head with thoughts of the few people who mean something to me and how I'm a failure to them. Can't hear my own voice as I get to my phone to call for help. Lose all balance and coordination. Feel like I have sleep paralysis but I'm standing up. Pass out for a few seconds. Wake. Pass out. Wake. Pass out. Wake. Somehow get the quick thinking that I'll need to unlock the door to my apartment so that paramedics, can get to me. Fall down and slam my head on the tile floor right before I can get to the door . Blood gushing down from my split open brow into my eye. Blind. Get up . Fall again. Lose all senses. Get up again, relying on pure will and muscle memory, I unlock the door.
I literally died. My pulse stopped. In what feels like an eternity I awake in the hospital for a brief mimute. Go into a coma for a while. Awake in hospital again. Go through Physical and cognitive therapy for months. Heart problems.
Entually able to move on. The total cost of my care in the hospital was nearly a million dollars. Something all family and relatives had to scrape together, So that's a fun thing about the American healthcare system.
Flash forward to now. I do feel better about myself, and am making changes in my life. Im moving on now.
I know it's the last thing someone will want to hear. But please take some time to consider your decisions. And call me not genuine or corny, or whatever, but to whoever took their time to read this I'm sending love your way.