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Trauma Dumping edition.
ITT: we schizoramble
I’m at a pretty pivotal point in my life right now, surviving a near death experience has given me unique insights into mortality. I know it’s cringe to say, but it’s also given me a new appreciation for life, I honestly believe it’s the sort of thing that every suicidal person should be forced to experience. I know I will never feel suicidal again in my life.
The whole experience was pretty surreal, I was fully conscious as the machine ran me over. I felt the tire rolling over me and crushing my ribs as it pinned me underneath it. It’s a weird sensation having your diaphragm compressed, it’s like someone squeezing on the lower portion of your chest really hard, you physically cannot bring air into your lung. Like try exhaling all your air out and just hold it, that’s what it feels like but just imagine you can’t breathe in. I was trapped like that for about 10-20 seconds, maybe less, hard to say. Shortly before I blacked out I remember thinking: “Well, this is it I guess.” I just sorta excepted the fact I was dead. Thought about my parents and how this wasn’t really fair to them. Then I just sorta thought about all the stuff I’d never get to do again, all the things in life I’d enjoyed. Gone.
When I was unconscious I had a dream, I don’t remember it very clearly but there was a man in a black suit and a fedora on a city street somewhere, he was getting out of a car, I think like a 1959 Cadillac El Dorado or something classy like that. I remember the sun on my face just before I woke up.
I remember laying face down on the ground, and I had the worst headache known to mankind. Really thought my spine had been broken just due to how bad my shoulders hurt. Anyway, fire department got me out of there and flew me to a hospital and the rest of is history.
ITT: we schizoramble
I’m at a pretty pivotal point in my life right now, surviving a near death experience has given me unique insights into mortality. I know it’s cringe to say, but it’s also given me a new appreciation for life, I honestly believe it’s the sort of thing that every suicidal person should be forced to experience. I know I will never feel suicidal again in my life.
The whole experience was pretty surreal, I was fully conscious as the machine ran me over. I felt the tire rolling over me and crushing my ribs as it pinned me underneath it. It’s a weird sensation having your diaphragm compressed, it’s like someone squeezing on the lower portion of your chest really hard, you physically cannot bring air into your lung. Like try exhaling all your air out and just hold it, that’s what it feels like but just imagine you can’t breathe in. I was trapped like that for about 10-20 seconds, maybe less, hard to say. Shortly before I blacked out I remember thinking: “Well, this is it I guess.” I just sorta excepted the fact I was dead. Thought about my parents and how this wasn’t really fair to them. Then I just sorta thought about all the stuff I’d never get to do again, all the things in life I’d enjoyed. Gone.
When I was unconscious I had a dream, I don’t remember it very clearly but there was a man in a black suit and a fedora on a city street somewhere, he was getting out of a car, I think like a 1959 Cadillac El Dorado or something classy like that. I remember the sun on my face just before I woke up.
I remember laying face down on the ground, and I had the worst headache known to mankind. Really thought my spine had been broken just due to how bad my shoulders hurt. Anyway, fire department got me out of there and flew me to a hospital and the rest of is history.
