Hey everyone!~

It’s been a while since I’ve been putting anything on here, but I thought I’d let you guys know what’s happened recently.


On the night of October 25, I was feeling just fine for the majority of the day. I was at my home alone and I was in the middle of working on a song idea at around 10:30 when I started to get a little headache. I figured that it was something to do with my computer so I got up and started to walk around. After a minute of doing that, I started to lose all feeling of my right leg.

At that moment, I was really starting to get scared about my mental state, but for whatever reason I didn’t think I could really get in the kitchen phone to call alone. I decided that sitting done on the couch was the best way to try and recover, so after a minute I managed to get there and lay down.

The sad thing is that it really didn’t get much better, and I lost feeling in my other leg, started to get really dizzy, and couldn't even really speak. It kind of felt like my brain was starting to just turn off.

After 5 minutes of sitting on the couch, my family luckily came home. I tried to talk to my father about what was going on, but my brain was so out of it, all I could say to him was, “500 decrease fahrenheit”. It was so odd, not even being able to tell him what was going on. Thankfully though, he felt something odd was going on and told me to get off the couch and try talking around. As soon as he say me have trouble, he helped me outside and started a call on the phone.

Unfortunately, that’s all I can remember.

I was told after recovering that I had suffered from a Brain Hemorrhage. I’m still not 100% sure what it is, but I suppose it basically means a vain somewhere in my head ruptured and started spilling blood everywhere. The doctors managed to figure that out pretty quickly and put be in for surgery to stop it from killing me. So at 1:00 AM that night I got my hair on the left side of my head removed, a circle was cut upon in my skull, the blood was removed, and the vein was fixed.

Apparently, the survival rate is around 1%.
So yeah. I’m luckily still alive!

If you do manage to survive, being able to walk is another 1%.
I can still talk just fine!

And finally, being able to talk right is ANOTHER 1%.
Guess who can talk just fine! This guy. ;D;

So lets do the math, the odds of me being how I am right now is 0.01%.
I am a very, very lucky guy.

The only down side is how my brain is not 100% recovered get. I am currently having a hard time spelling, reading, writing. The knowledge is somewhere in my brain still, and it’s slowly finding it and recovering. It should take me around two and a half more months to get back to normal.

Thank you guys so much for reading through the story.
I’ll keep everyone aware of how I’m going as I get better!

If you have any questions about the whole thing, feel free to ask!