Personal Narrative: How Water Changed My Life

Water, I needed water so incredibly urgently. The burning sensation for water filled my throat as my lips cracked simultaneously with the breeze. My head was thumping like someone was using my skull as their drum, beating rhythmically to a tribal dance tune. I opened my eyes towards the ceiling. Waking to the smell of my own perspiration could not mask the other aromas that were permeating my nostrils. The air tasted like a rundown bar with no sense of familiarity. I tried to pull my lethargic body up from stool surrounded by broken glasses and shattered wood. Petrified, I ran as fast as I could, confused as to where I was. An acute episode of dizziness overcame my poisoned body; so severe I could not fight it. I could feel my consciousness

I felt paralyzed. I couldn’t quite grasp what had been happening to me for the past seven hours. My arms began to act out of their natural habits. I knocked down a tequila shot with no control of my actions, almost as if my mind was copiously switched off. My eyes swerved and all my surroundings were moving, the only thing still was the tequila shot. Once I had finally gained my balance, I realised my body was trying to communicate with me. I recalled drinking a tequila shot with a younger lady as soon as I arrived at the bar. I had finally started to put more and more pieces together, simultaneously as my mind sobered up. I remember a specific saying she read out to me, “We no longer live in a world where we are scared of the monsters under the bed, but the ones hiding in our

The doctor explained I had been spiked with Vertigo and I may had been hallucinating various situations. He informed me I had to stay in hospital for two weeks to recover. Funny, I think back and wish I could have the mindset I did when I was drugged, rather than the one I have sober. Sometimes it is nice to let go of reality, despite the side effects. I guess as you get older, you start to understand more about why people drink the night away and smoke their lungs black. To describe it, it was similar to letting someone have control of your body, perhaps the monster hiding in our