Second worst day of my life was probably when I was in high school. I really liked this girl. Like, she changed my outlook on a lot of things, and I really wanted to get somewhere with her. Twas my birthday. I went on Facebook, and like 5 minutes after saying happy b-day to me, she changes her relationship status. She got in a relationship with one of few people I strongly disliked for his cocky ass attitude. Wooo....that was a shot in the heart.
Oh, and the worst experience of my life was during this episode where I developed hypochondria. It's weird to explain, but basically, one day I woke up with a very bad stomach ache. I figured it was normal. But I remained sick for a week straight. I went to so many doctors, but none could find anything wrong with me. All just said I had IBS. I didn't know what that was, so I looked it up, and the first thing I read was that it's incurable. Reading that and stories of people who suffer from this really fucked up my mind. I assumed I was always going to spontaneously develop stomach issues. Everyday, I woke up with fear that I would be sick that day. I'm not lying where I contemplated suicide because it was unbearable--not the pain or symptoms, but that constant paranoia that was driving me insane. And let me tell you, I learned through this experience that when you truly believe you have something, especially stomach related, it becomes a reality because the more I became paranoid, the more likely I got physically ill. This went to the point where I alienated myself from friends and was scared to travel to the store or school. Later on, I realized that the source behind all these issues was that very paranoia, as mentioned, and the fact that I had grown lactose intolerant somehow. It was that simple. Many foods I consumed secretly had milk without my knowledge. Incidentally, it was actually video games that helped me realize this. During Christmas break, I spent most of my time indoors playing a shit ton of games I received as gifts from my friend. I was so calm during this time. Like, to the point where I realized that as long as I cleared my mind from any sort of paranoia, I wouldn't get sick. And since I didn't have to go outside for any reason, I ate whatever the hell I wanted with no worries. This helped me figure out what exactly caused any issues.
But the absolute worst day of my life........that Mew card. I'll never have it.
