I’ve nearly died many times but for some reason i don’t die.
Three severe head injuries while young.
Almost killed by a semi truck three times, one of these times was a three car crash while i was in the middle of the road(it’s complicated).
A knife held to my throat twice while homeless.
Two or three bouts of homelessness, complete with beatings, untreated diseases, having my car stolen, knives held to my throat, freezing cold weather.
Two psychoses, tortorous bouts of psychosis complete with other beings, smelling sulfur, same times on the clock repeatedly, and having my mind taken over.
A horrendous smoking habit that kicked into high gear when my life was ruined by “schizophrenia”(which isn’t schizophrenia at all).
Years of poisonous medication.
Ending up across country during both psychoses with no money, one of these times i should have froze to death but the weather did a one eighty and it was nice out of nowhere, from freezing cold with ice on the ground to nice sandal weather. I kept getting food to, it just fell in my lap.
Why aren’t i dead? I should be dead right now. I won’t die.