The Darkest part of my life: A Memoir about my crazy stunts

 The Dark Side of the moon

As a human being getting sick once in a while is what we can consider normal, some sickness is just for a while and others are for a lifetime. Sickness cannot be avoided so enjoy life because God’s just lend it to us and anytime he can take it away from us. For sixteen years of living getting sick is one of the things I try to ignore the most, yes I do get sick maybe once or twice a year but never been fatal. Sometimes I catch colds and cough that lead to fever, fever that all people experience. Having fever is a dangerous thing for me; it always leads to high fever that causes me to hallucinate.

Since I was a child my mom will always keep an eye on me every time I get sick, she will feed me, put a damp towel on my forehead and help me take my medicines. I think that’s what every mother does for their child but for me there’s another reason behind it. Whenever I have a high fever I will start feeling dizzy and that’s when I think illusions start creeping in my head. My hallucinations where horrible, weird and unexplainable; whenever I start having it I feel nausea because I see things I don’t want to see and feel like it’s real.

Some of my hallucination where bearable that’s the stage where our house were turning upside down so does my head. The unbearable ones start when I was on my sixth grade that’s when I open our front door and go out to take a pee because I thought it was the bathroom , my mom tries to stop me but I refuse so she have no choice but to just let me and guards me. That hallucination didn’t only happened once I experience it again in the same year but this time I didn’t urinate outside the house but I pee at our kitchen. These kind happenings may sound funny to you but as a child it scares me to experience it. A lot of what if’s cross my mind like what if I do a more dangerous stunt than taking a pee what if the next time I poop. Just kidding, but seriously I don’t want to die at a young age.

Two years past and my hallucinations were kind of bearable and nothing happens like peeing or pooping. I begin to think that my mother will finally have a piece of mind which is true and that’s when she start being less cautious. Last December when the cold breeze start to blow my mom and I enjoy it too much that she ended up catching a flu because no one did so she catch it. Okay back to the topic when she catch a flu all the house works was pass on me at the same time taking care of my her. Two days later I start to feel chilly and dizzy that of course leads to flu. Our house is a mess and we don’t have anything to eat because no one will cook so we just ask our neighbors for food. It was two in the morning and I sleep next to my mom when my hallucination start and illusions start creeping inside my head, our house begins to fell light when I walk towards the kitchen. When I arrived at our kitchen I go straight towards our window and unlock it easily. Without hesitation I jump from our window that’s not that high but the land I was going to fall into was a mud full of things that may hurt me. Luckily I didn’t get hurt badly but only leave some bruise. My adventure if you can call it didn’t stop there I get up and start to walk barefoot, While I was wandering around our compound I heard my mom shout and that’s where I gain my consciousness. When I arrive at our house my mom was there ready to go out to find me, she saw my current state that half of my body was covered in mud. She starts crying and hug me, ask me where did I go and how did I get out, I didn’t know how to react because I feel exhausted and that’s when I lost consciousness.

The next morning my mom feel sorry towards me because she hasn’t been able to stop me due to her high fever, she said if she only follow me nothing would have happened. My mom realizes that being alive is something that we should really be thanking of. While me at first I didn’t know how to react because I can only see these kinds of things on television I did not expect that it will happened to me. For my mother it’s been really traumatic memory but for me I just thank God for keeping me alive.

Sometimes the things we ignore are the things we needed more, we reflect on it a bit late but as the overuse line saying goes better late than sorry. From now on I will value life because I’m only given one chance to live.