So I'll start off by saying I've not been in the best place mentally recently, pretty careless and impulsive with my actions. I live in an exposed rural part of the UK which had a red alert for 90mph wind gusts brought by storm Darragh over the night. I'd been laying awake for around 6 hours already wondering if the windows were going to blow off or whether I'd be hit by a flying bit of debris through my bedroom window.

There was power outage so I couldn't see much and all I had was my phone with no Internet. I was tired, bored and annoyed so thought I'd have a line to pass some time. I couldn't see exactly how fat the line was and went back to bed. 20 minutes later and I'm panicking. I can't feel anything or see anything so I fumble around without really knowing where I'm going in an attempt to find my phone (wolf of wall street quaaludes scene level) but I couldn't type to ask Google if I was dying lmao. I was certain I was dead and after the initial panic I just accepted that I was.

It was a terrifying experience but it taught me that as shit as life can be sometimes, I don't feel ready to leave yet. I guess the storm made it feel a lot spookier to me but I feel a little more grateful to be here now 😂. Just thought I'd share for the lols I guess (the storm is still raging and I'm still bored 🙃)