Now I'll need a fairly long rehabilitation to get back to a healthier state.
The strangest thing I find about all this is that I was so anxious and in pain that I wanted to die. It just felt like the right time.
I don't remember most of my delusions and hallucinations. I don't remember biting one of the nurses or believing setting EEG wires into my scalp as a hair style.
The delusion of flying through a long thin tube, passing through the history of my life until I was suddenly cut short was the scariest roller coaster I've ever taken.
The next almost as bad delusion was flying through an infinitely long numerical tube, waiting for God to put an end to my life. I was scared but it was up to God.
