A sample of an memoir self-help book.
English (North American)
US General American (GenAm)
Note: Transcripts are generated using speech recognition software and may contain errors.
The day I died, I can remember the day the old me died. It started with a thought, Something was going wrong. That was the start before I realized what it was. And then a second or so later it was a strange sensation inside my head. Some biological activity in the rear of my skull not far above my neck, the cerebellum pulsing or intense, flickering as though a butterfly was trapped inside, combined with the tingling sensation I did not yet know of the strange physical effects depression and anxiety could create. I just thought I was about to die and then my heart started to go and then I started to go. I sank fast, falling into a new claustrophobic and suffocating reality. And it would be way over a year before I would feel anything like even half normal again.