I had the most harrowing experience of my life last week. This is a rough first account of what happened.

So the story, now that I have my full brain back.

Started drinking again, got on a reeeally bad binge cycle of drink, withdraw, give up and drink to feel better. Scared for my life bad.

I wound up losing my phone for several days, then one night checked my iPad at like 3am and saw messages from an aunt and uncle. They were saying my grandpa had died and no one could get a hold of me and everyone was worried.

I told them I was drinking again and scared I was about to join him in being dead. My uncle said to call him, and I did.

Midway through talking, I pass out. My aunt calls my dad, who calls the paramedics from SoCal to check on me.

They get in and I am not getting enough oxygen to my brain. They immediately put a tube down my throat and take me to the hospital, where they put me in an artificial coma.

They discovered an overdose of Tylenol — which I was drunkenly taking to try to make withdrawing less bad — and that my blood alcohol level was .40 when I got in.

They think I might die from liver failure. My family waits more than 24 hours not knowing if I was going to live or die.

They wound up being able to block the Tylenol well enough, and I came down from the alcohol enough that after 2 days of being in the induced coma, they wake me up.

I do not know I’ve been taken to a hospital, and wake up with a giant tube down my throat and my hands and feet shackled down to a bed, with 2 people holding my mouth open.

It was the most terrifying experience of my life.

I was in the critical care unit for 2 more days, slowly regaining the ability to move, sit up, walk. Then am transferred to another wing once I am mobile again.

During this time, I got pneumonia. One day I kept randomly hallucinating from the alcohol withdrawal.

Ultimately, I was in the hospital for 7 days.

I got out and discovered I had lost my ID, which prevented me from going to my grandpas funeral 2 days later.

But I am alive.

Had my grandpa not died, my aunt and uncle wouldn’t have messaged me on Facebook. I would have stayed passed out and died, either from brain death due to not getting enough oxygen to my brain or liver failure.