Have you ever almost died?

Almost died. That's a lot. When I was young, I fell into the river twice and went into shock several times, but all these were near misses, and the closest thing to death was a minor illness.

That year, I drove an electric car to work, and a motorcycle roared towards me, so fast that he couldn't stop trying to brake. Fortunately, I drove slowly, took a big turn and finally let him go. As a result, he hit the man behind me

But I'm scared. After I came to the company, my heart was pounding. I didn't hear the boss talking to me.

I went home at night and found that my left eye suddenly felt a little uncomfortable, so I used eye drops and disappeared completely the next day.

Later, I went to the hospital for an examination. I found that electric shock caused optic neuritis, so I treated it. Unexpectedly, after hanging for three or four days, my eyes didn't improve at all, and I found that my brain was getting slower and slower, and people lost their vitality.

Later, I communicated with the doctor, but in order to cure my eyes, I had to take medicine, but it became more and more wrong. I gradually become confused, sometimes I don't know where I am and what I am doing. Later it developed to the point where it was impossible to walk.

I went to the hospital again. The doctor said the medicine might be a little strong, but I was in poor health and couldn't resist it. Because I used a lot of hormone drugs, I couldn't stop at once I suggested reducing the dosage, but my husband stopped all my medicines at once.

After I stopped taking the medicine, I felt unspeakable discomfort. I feel like a drug addict who is so fierce that there are no drugs. I can only lie in bed all day and begin to hallucinate. First, I saw myself coming to a graveyard. The white marble inside is very charming. Just when I was lingering, I was kicked out, so I wanted to go to the cemetery.

Then I watched the legendary "hell" several times, but it was not as terrible as the rumor, and even had a feeling of yearning.

Later, I thought I was going to die. I thought I saw my mother and my sister crying. I told them not to cry. Everyone will die anyway, it's only a matter of time, so there's nothing to be sad about. I was very open-minded.

They brought my child, and he was just talking. I told them that after I died, you should come and see my children more often. He lost his mother at such a young age, which was a great blow to him. It seems that my mother told me: My child only hurts himself. Who will treat him as his own mother?

And the child kept calling his mother, just like a thunder, which aroused my strong desire to survive. Every time I become more sober, I try to tell myself: I can't die, my children are still young, and I can't die.

In this way, I persisted for a month, and I actually survived abruptly. Every time I think about this experience, I get scared.