User blog:RuckusQuantum/Announcement

I know it's April 1 and most of you might take this but nothing as a joke, but please, know that every word that I type here in this blog is true. I don't want to lie to such a beautiful community like you guys; no, I don't want to lie to family. Yes, you guys are family to me. Keep that in mind.

Reason why I'm typing this. I want you guys to know the truth about my condition.

No I'm not depressed. I'm far from it. In fact, I'll never be as happy and satisfied with my life than ever. This is the point in my life where I feel everything is great and complete and there can't be anything to ruin it. I'm at the highest point of my life in my whole 15 years of age... I'm doing what I love, I'm financially helping my family, I'm making lots of friends and such. Things can never be better than this.

Or so I thought.

Last month, March 21, approximately 2:30 PM, I was doing client work. I'm sitting in front of my computer, designing stuff here and there, generally feeling ok. It went on good for a couple hours. A usual day, to generalize it.

But at around 4:20 PM, my head started to ache. It was bearable at first, but then as minutes progressed, it became worse... and worse... and worse. Mystical colors were dancing in my eyes, like Mandelbrot set zooming in closer and closer infinitely to oblivion. I started to lose hearing, and all I can suddenly hear are faint voices and this piercing buzz I can't place.

I stood up, slammed my laptop shut, got myself some water, and with the glass on my hand...

I fainted.

I fell to the ground, my vision suddenly cutting off to black. Water slipped from my hand. The shattering glass alerted my parents, who was on the other room, and they came rushing after me, screaming panic at the top of their lungs.

Next time I woke up, I was on the hospital.

My parents were there, sitting beside my bed, looking over me as if they've seen a cute cat or something. They proceeded to ask me questions like "Are you ok?" and stuff like that. Eventually - it's bound to happen - I asked where I was and what happened to me.

I was met with silence and stares.

I already know what the answer was.

I'm sorry guys for not telling you the truth right away. I was scared.