A Distortion: A Short Story
Distortion. If I could put that moment into one word that would be it. Everything in my mind was racing, as if my thoughts were on a high speed merry go round that was no longer full of merriment, but filled with a feeling of disaster. Drowning in a vast sea of uncertainty, the light shining from above was slowly vanishing from sight. I no longer had hope. I remember just wanting to sleep. To drift away and have all my pain and worries leave my body. I never wanted to wake up and feel the agony that had overtaken me. So I made a decision. Running towards the kitchen I gabbed every bottle of pain and sleep medication I could find, popped them open and threw handfuls after handfuls of pills into my mouth. I begged for it to work, that all the
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I didn’t have any recollection of doing so, but here I was, waiting for the doctors to do whatever they needed to do to save me. I wanted to leave, but my mother’s tears convinced me otherwise. It didn’t take them long to bring me in, since my organs were slowly but painfully shutting down by the second. They made me drink a black liquid, that would save my kidneys, but it had a wrenched smell of rotten eggs and a taste so horrid it still haunts me to this day. They then placed me in a room with monitors and wires covered all over me. I knew that I wasn’t going to die like I had planned, and that thought caused me to go numb. What was going to happen …show more content…
Then finally, I got to go home. My mom made me scheduled visits with my psychiatrist to get on medication and a counselor to deal with the problems I had been harboring on the inside. Till this day I am still visiting them both on a regular occasion.
The moment where I hit rock bottom was a part of my life that I will never forget. I could have been dead right now, but instead I’ve gotten better, still continue to progress, and I’m attending college. With all these obstacles that stood in my way and almost got me to give up on life, I still managed to make it this far. So instead of looking at the moment where I attempted suicide as simply a low point in my life, I look at it as both that and a turning point, because once you hit rock bottom the only direction you can go… is
I didn’t have any recollection of doing so, but here I was, waiting for the doctors to do whatever they needed to do to save me. I wanted to leave, but my mother’s tears convinced me otherwise. It didn’t take them long to bring me in, since my organs were slowly but painfully shutting down by the second. They made me drink a black liquid, that would save my kidneys, but it had a wrenched smell of rotten eggs and a taste so horrid it still haunts me to this day. They then placed me in a room with monitors and wires covered all over me. I knew that I wasn’t going to die like I had planned, and that thought caused me to go numb. What was going to happen …show more content…
Then finally, I got to go home. My mom made me scheduled visits with my psychiatrist to get on medication and a counselor to deal with the problems I had been harboring on the inside. Till this day I am still visiting them both on a regular occasion.
The moment where I hit rock bottom was a part of my life that I will never forget. I could have been dead right now, but instead I’ve gotten better, still continue to progress, and I’m attending college. With all these obstacles that stood in my way and almost got me to give up on life, I still managed to make it this far. So instead of looking at the moment where I attempted suicide as simply a low point in my life, I look at it as both that and a turning point, because once you hit rock bottom the only direction you can go… is