The following is my report concerning a series of events and experiences that have occurred to me between the years 2009 and 2011. Some of these
events have been odd, out-of-the-ordinary, or just plan bizarre and have appeared to define my own personal rational explanations. This of course does
not mean that there are no pedestrian and rational explanations. After all, the following report is taken from my own personal, and admittedly,
subjective viewpoint. I will do my best to offer the best objective account of my experiences that I am able. In doing so, I will not insert any
speculative, theories, beliefs, or interpretations of the events that have happened into the report itself. I will not attempt to place the events
that have occurred to me in a preconceived theoretical or speculative framework. Let me say without absolute resolve and certainty: after much
speculation I have arrived at no complete or coherent understanding of why these events have occurred in my life. For these answer, I am still
To the reader, I ask of you the following requests: (1) Please, feel free to speculate or expound on my experiences. You may offer whatever
speculation, hypothesis, theory, or similar personal experience you have. (2) Any reader is free to critique, question, rationalize, or even dismiss
any experience or event that I have reported or posters speculation--all I ask is that the conversation remains civil and polite. Please, refrain name
calling, sarcasm, insults, and unnecessary derision towards myself or other replies. (3) Please, feel free to ask me questions concerning the events I
have experienced, but please be aware I do not have answers or evidence for everything in this report here--for that I apologize. (4) While, I
understand that this story is quite lengthy, I ask that you read the whole report before commenting. I truly, truly apologize for its length, but I
couldn’t condense the story down further without it losing its coherence. For this I truly apologize and thank you for your time and patience.
For those who are curious about my past activity in this forum: I will offer you a link to my past thread replies. This is in fact, the first thread I
have made since joining ATS. Until somewhat recently I have been little more than a lurker and thread "replier" to some threads.. Here is the
In these posts and replies you will find that I have taken a diverse set of
perspectives on various topics in this forum. Some of the responses have been more intellectual, political, and skeptical in nature and others have
been out-right speculative, conspiratorial and "out-of-the-box", so to speak. I am offering this link, so that readers may have a proper understanding
of my personality, mind-frame, and so on. Perhaps, you will see (or not--which is fine) that I can be both rational, skeptical, thoughtful, and
conspiratorial, speculative and suspicious of "main stream" thinking. In other words, I am a complex and contradictory character--like most
people--neither a pure skeptic, nor pure "believer" (as some might put it). I have no particular religious faith: I consider myself both a weak
agnostic and an ignostic: as such, there will be no religious or spiritual speculation placed in this report, however such speculation by the reader
and posters is fine and will not be treated with any hostility on my part.
Sometime between the 24th and 27th (as I don’t quite remember the date, exactly) of April 2011 I awoke from a state of deep sleep in Alexandria, VA
Hospital, after having made an attempt on my own life through a combination of over –the-counter-medicine and alcohol. After drinking this
concoction in hopes that it would shut down my kidney or liver, I walked to the D.C. metro train station from the parking lot of a nearby mall,
located in Bowie, Maryland and hopped a train on the D.C. Metro System. Upon entering the train station and getting on the train I immediately passed
out on the first car of the train—into what I recall I very deep sleep.
The next memory I have was of male picking me up by the shoulders—after that I passed out. The following memory was of me waking up in a intensive
care unit(?) in a hospital in Alexandria, VA. I was told that I was found (but, I was not told where I was found) and that I had had my stomach pumped
and that I was good condition. In my emotional state I revealed that I was angered by this outcome and that my act was intentional. The nurses who had
been with me and had given me the status of how I had arrived at the hospital noted what t I told them and left. From here I was given more medicine
through and IV and I went back to sleep.
For the next day or two, nothing out of the ordinary transpired other than regular check-ups by nurses and a doctor. I was also given a 24-hour nurse
to watch me (so I presumed) .
I was asked by a resident psychologist whether I had any friends or family to call. I did, in fact have a friends and family in the area, however due
to my own personal embarrassment over my attempt; I asked that the hospital refrain from contacting them, to which they agreed. I would like to note
that the hospital asked me whether I would like to contact my family or not.
One more day went by and I administered a few more drugs to help me “sleep”. Drugs whose names I cannot recall. Nothing out of the ordinary
happened during my time here in the ICU, except for the following event:
On the last night of my stay in the intensive care unit, I had a conversation with an elderly (maybe 70-something to 80-something years in age)
patient sharing the same room with me.
The conversation was quite bizarre and, as far as I can tell nonsensical. Present in the room was another nurse who did not participate in our
conversation other than few responses. I do not remember every detail of the conversation, but I do remember a key point. During our conversation the
other patient asked me whether I had recently read “Atlas Shrugged”. I did not bring this topic up, nor did I ever bring this topic up to anyone
that I had met in the hospital. I had recently read “Atlas Shrugged”, but I never finished the book, because I had either lost or misplaced the
book some months back. I never could find the book or where I had placed it—it just seemed to have disappeared (however, I am not suggesting that it
did literally “disappear”). In fact, it was the very last book I could recall having purchased and read. (I would also like to note, that this
report has nothing to do with the philosophy or arguments in that book, it just happened to be a book I had read, lost, and now appeared randomly in
conversation with a total stranger).
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