This year, I have faced two near fatal situations.
The first was about July I think, not too sure of the exact month as the days all just roll into one for me, even when I'm not using.
I was actually trapped in my house and couldn't get out while the house was slowly filling with white smoke, I remember as the smoke filled my lungs that I dying wasn't such a bad thing, just another chapter of life's great adventures and accepted that there was a huge possibility that I would die if my parents didn't come home soon, I couldn't ring the fire brigade because my phone was dead and the charger for it was broken and we don't have a house phone.
My parents arrived just in time as I was slowly slipping into a deep sleep, I didn't realise I was almost "asleep" until my mother picked me up and carried me onto the front lawn, that was my first near death experience.
The 2nd was about 4 weeks ago, I had just gotten back from a HUGE event called Defqon. 1 Australia, I was fine all day and night, and even went to sleep, but I had a night terror which woke me and I couldn't get back to sleep because I was quite frightened plus I had started throwing up and my mum gave me 25 mg of Seroquel, which was prescribed to her as an anti depressant and a sleep aid.
I fell asleep, and all Sunday until Monday I woke up delusional, apparently my parents had had enough and called the ambulance and I was so out of it I don't remember them talking to me, asking me questions, etc.
I got to the ER and my heart rate was 157 bpm and I had all this stuff wrong with me and anyway to make a long story short I almost OD'd.
Ever since the first near death experience, I pretty much accepted death, I was and still am OK with it, and in fact I would prefer to die young.
Not saying that I think ODing would be an acceptable way to die, but if it happened again because I find that I am too weak to give up for good then to me I feel like it is an acceptable part of my lifestyle.
But I'm too strong to give up that easily.