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Last night was scary. I was lying in bed around midnight and I started having an asthma attack. Well, it kept getting worse so I got up to use my inhaler. I used it, but it was too late. It wouldnt help. I sat down in bed and focused my attention on trying to breathe properly, but I couldnt. When I tried to get up I couldnt because I couldnt breathe well enough and my legs were like jello, so after collapsing on the floor I tried to call some people but to no avail. I was seriously afraid I was going to die last night and no one would know. I dont remember if I fell asleep on my own accord or if I passed out because of lack of O2 but I'm actually very grateful to be here today. I dont know what triggers my asthma off, but it doesnt matter to me (as long as it doesnt happen again). All that matters to me is that I'm here, and whether I deny it or not, I know there are people that care for me.