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Woman whose eyes got removed reveals why she had it done
A woman named Kaylee Muthart from South Carolina, who tragically ripped out her own eyes, has opened up about the events that led to her life-altering decision.
Kaylee shared that she dropped out of school at 17 to work part-time jobs and save for a car.
She also struggled with heart arrhythmia—an irregular heartbeat—which affected her academics and caused her grades to slip.
Despite her challenges, Kaylee was awarded a scholarship to study marine biology, a field she had always dreamed of pursuing.
However, at 18, she began drinking alcohol and smoking, influenced by a family history of addiction, while juggling her part-time jobs.
By 19, she experienced an intense and unfamiliar high, which marked the beginning of a downward spiral in her life.
Talking to cosmopolitian, she said: “I had been a straight-A student in Anderson, South Carolina—I was even in the National Honor Society when I left school at age 17, midway through eleventh grade. Between working long hours to save up for a car, and missing school because of a heart arrhythmia, my grades had begun to slip. I thought taking time off from school would be better than tarnishing my academic record and would leave me with a better chance at securing a college scholarship to study marine biology, which I’d always wanted to do
By age 18, I was drinking alcohol socially and smoking pot often, while working diligently at my part-time job. I suspected I was prone to addiction, since it ran in my family, so I actively avoided what I considered more serious drugs.
But when I was 19 last summer, I was smoking pot with an acquaintance at his house and got a strange high. Later, I googled the symptoms that surprised me the most — numb lips and feeling like I was on top of the world. I’d long been a religious Christian; the high made me feel particularly close to God.
I think the pot I’d smoked had been laced with either cocaine or meth, both of which are stimulants. I was surprised, since I’d never perceived weed as a gateway drug, but here I was, being exposed to substances I never wanted in my life.
Because I’d gotten the pot from the friend I smoked with, I felt like he’d betrayed me and left my job to distance myself from him. I didn’t end up going back to school.
I didn’t have a job and my relationship with my boyfriend of two years began to deteriorate. To cope, I kept smoking pot and drinking alcohol and started taking Xanax recreationally. On the verge of our breakup, I had a mental breakdown. (Months later, in February 2018, I was diagnosed with bipolar disorder. It made sense, since when I felt happy, I felt super happy, and when I felt down, I felt deeply depressed. The turbulence left me especially susceptible to drug abuse, my doctors later told me.)
I finally got a new job, but having lost my boyfriend and a series of close friends, I was lonely and unhappy. I remembered the way I felt on the laced weed and sought that kind of peace again.
At the end of August, with another acquaintance, I decided to smoke meth for the first time. I stayed up for nearly three days and experienced hallucinations I wasn’t expecting — when I looked in the mirror, I thought I saw blackheads coming out of my face and I spent an hour picking at my skin until I drew blood. When my roommate dropped me off for work that evening, I was too embarrassed by my welts to go inside. Soon after, as a result of missing work, I lost my job.
When I sobered up, I watched a video I’d filmed when I was high, and it totally freaked me out — the girl I saw, who kept talking and talking, seemed so different from the real me.
After that, I steered clear of meth but felt so low that I asked one of my roommates, who dealt drugs, for ecstasy. At the time, the substance seemed safer than cocaine or meth, since I knew people used it to feel more free when they partied.
While on ecstasy, I studied the Bible. I misinterpreted a lot of it. I convinced myself that meth would bring me even closer to God.
So, after Thanksgiving, when I was feeling particularly lonely, I smoked meth with a friend. Within two months, I progressed to snorting it, then shooting it as often as I could by myself or with friends. I was surrounded by heavy drug users.
Two or three times, I tried to stop: I carried meth in my pocket all day as if to prove, “This stuff is my bitch,” but I always ended up taking it.
My mom realized I was struggling with mental-health issues and drug abuse but later said she felt helpless; I wouldn’t commit to going to a drug rehab or a psychiatric facility, and without proof that I was a danger to myself, she couldn’t have me committed. Although I didn’t even have a place to live — I’d been sleeping at different people’s houses since moving out at 17 — I told her I had everything under control and avoided speaking to her.
On February 4, I finally saw her again. She’d found a rehab facility for me, and I agreed to go the following week. I later learned she had recorded our conversation, during which I said I didn’t want to be in the world because it was too evil — the proof she felt she needed to get a court order and commit me.
But the next day, I bought meth from my drug dealer. After a friend tried to stop me, I shot up that night. I took a larger dose than I’d ever used before.
On the morning of Tuesday, February 6, I was still high. I was hallucinating, so my memories are fuzzy, but based on what I remember and details I’ve pieced together from other witnesses, here’s what happened: Thinking the friend I’d gotten high with had gone to church, I wandered there along a railroad track. Even though it was 10:30 in the morning, everything looked dark and gloomy apart from a light post, where I thought a white bird was perched.
It was then I remember thinking that someone had to sacrifice something important to right the world, and that person was me. I thought everything would end abruptly, and everyone would die, if I didn’t tear out my eyes immediately. I don’t know how I came to that conclusion, but I felt it was, without doubt, the right, rational thing to do immediately.
I got on my hands and knees, pounding the ground and praying, “Why me? Why do I have to do this?” I later realized this wasn’t a personal religious calling — it was something anyone on drugs could have experienced.
Next, a man I’d been staying with, who happened to have a Biblical name, drove by and called out the window, “I locked up the house. Do you have the other key?” A sign, I thought, that my sacrifice is the key to saving the world.
So I pushed my thumb, pointer, and middle finger into each eye. I gripped each eyeball, twisted, and pulled until each eye popped out of the socket — it felt like a massive struggle, the hardest thing I ever had to do. Because I could no longer see, I don’t know if there was blood. But I know the drugs numbed the pain. I’m pretty sure I would have tried to claw right into my brain if a pastor hadn’t heard me screaming, “I want to see the light!” — which I don’t recall saying — and restrained me. He later said, when he found me, that I was holding my eyeballs in my hands. I had squished them, although they were somehow still attached to my head.
I remember praying and sensing people fill in around me. There must have been seven or eight men, in addition to the pastor, holding me down. I fought so hard against their restraints that my wrists hurt for weeks after. At some point, paramedics arrived, and I was so combative that they had to sedate me with ketamine. I was transferred to a stretcher and airlifted via helicopter to Greenville Memorial Hospital in South Carolina.
While all this was happening, my mom was on her way to the courthouse with her recording to get me legally committed. She was too late.
At the hospital, doctors performed an emergency surgery to fully remove what was left of my eyes in an attempt to preserve my optic nerves and to prevent infection.
I woke up two days later. At that point, the sedatives and traces of recreational drugs were still in my system, but I remembered what happened. Everything was dark, and I knew I was blind, but when I sensed my mom by my side, I knew I would be okay.
I was in the hospital for a week, during which I suffered from bad headaches behind my eye sockets and particularly in my temples. They continued to crop up intermittently for about a month. I was offered hydrocodone for the pain but only took it once or twice — I really didn’t want to take anything besides Tylenol. I was determined to stay off drugs. Luckily, I didn’t experience any drug-withdrawal symptoms.
When I asked friends and family members who visited me what I looked like without eyes, I was told there’s red tissue (muscle filling the socket) and a white spot (my optic nerve endings) where my eyeballs used to be. When my sockets are fully healed, hopefully next month, I’ll get eye prosthetics to fill out my face, although they won’t help me see.
After a week, I was transferred to a psychiatric in-patient treatment facility. I was scared shitless about how I would be treated, but the facility turned out to be amazing, with group-, music-, and animal therapy, plus a really supportive staff. That’s where I was officially diagnosed with bipolar disorder and began taking lithium, a mood stabilizer, plus Risperdal, an antipsychotic medication. Through therapy, I learned to start accepting my new reality.
When I went home with my mom last week, the first thing I did was walk around and touch everything to get a sense of my environment. My mom has been really supportive — she won’t let me go up or down the stairs by myself out of fear I’ll trip, but she gives me verbal cues to get around independently and got me an iPhone that reads text aloud.
Activities I used to enjoy, like playing guitar and learning piano, are going to be harder now that I’m blind, but I’m still optimistic. When I stub my toe or my knee, I think, Well, it probably saved me from walking into a wall and hitting my face.
I still want to go to school to become a marine biologist — although I’m blind, I can still go underwater to feel the pressure and deepness. In the meantime, in addition to my outpatient psychiatric treatment, I’ve gone to the Commission for the Blind for physical-therapy training with a cane, and joined a new church to avoid the drug users I knew at my old one. I plan to attend 90 Narcotics Anonymous meetings in 90 days. Once I raise enough money on GoFundMe, I’m going to get a seeing-eye dog.
Of course there are times when I get really upset about my situation, particularly on nights when I can’t fall asleep. But truthfully, I’m happier now than I was before all this happened. I’d rather be blind than dependent on drugs.
It took losing my sight to get me back on the right path, but from the bottom of my heart, I’m so glad I’m here.
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Father Touches Hearts by Helping His Visually Impaired Son Experience Portugal Match in Unique Way
In the viral clip, the father is seen placing his son’s hands on a tactile pitch model throughout the game, allowing him to follow the movement of the ball in real time.
As the match progressed, the father carefully guided his son’s hands across the pitch layout, helping him understand where the action was taking place.
When Cristiano Ronaldo scored for Portugal, the father quickly moved his son’s hands to the area of the model representing the goal, enabling him to understand exactly how the move unfolded.
Moments later, the pair celebrated the goal together, creating a touching moment that has resonated with football fans and social media users alike.
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Father Touches Hearts by Helping His Visually Impaired Son Experience Portugal Match in Unique Way pic.twitter.com/uvw5AX3VwH
— Iamelizabeth (@elizabethblogng) June 27, 2026
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11 Years Since My First Surgery, I Have Been Battling Complications. I Could Not Walk Properly – Lady Shows Beautiful Leg Transformation Before and After
In a post shared on LinkedIn, the woman, identified as Dolapo Mayowa, revealed that her life changed dramatically 11 years ago after undergoing what was initially meant to be a single major surgery.
Dolapo explained that each surgery came with new challenges, making her recovery far more difficult than she had expected.
She revealed that the wounds from the operations took more than two years to heal, leaving her unable to move around without difficulty.
Narrating her experience, she said: “On the 24th of this month, it’s 11 years since my major surgery journey began, a journey that stretched over two years of my life. What started as a single major surgery eventually became about five surgeries in total, each one addressing complications that followed the first.
For over two years, I lived through a process I can only describe as intense and stretching. There was a wound on my leg that took two years to heal. I moved between hospital visits, treatments, cast changes, and long seasons of waiting. At some point, I couldn’t walk properly on my own. I depended on support for even the most basic things. I missed school for about a year, and life as I knew it slowed down completely.
There were moments of confusion, hope, and exhaustion all at once.
My family stood with me through it all. My mum and aunt carried sacrifices, seeking every possible help they could find. There were prayers, medical interventions, and even diabolic spiritual efforts from different places of belief. We explored everything we knew how to do at the time, because we were desperate for healing and answers.
But healing did not come quickly.
Even after the surgeries, recovery took time. Long, stretching time. And it tested everything in me; my strength, my hope, and my sense of identity as a young girl trying to still grow and live her life in the middle of pain.
But here l am today. Healed and Standing.
And I do not take it lightly.
As I reflect today, I am reminded that my life is a testimony of grace. I may not always have the words to fully explain everything that happened, but I know one thing clearly: God carried me through it all.
There is so much more I will still share someday. The full story about the surgeries, healing, decisions, expenses and a lot more.
Maybe as a video, maybe even in a book. Because the journey of healing was not just physical, it shaped my confidence, my faith, even how I saw myself and what I believed I deserved in life.
But today is simply about gratitude. Gratitude to Jesus.
Gratitude for healing. Gratitude for strength I did not have on my own.
For 11 years, the story is never old.. Na me know who I be before and who I am now 🤗☺️😊
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I Never Planned to Become a Single Mother of 8 – Woman Breaks Down In Tears
A woman has taken to social media to share an emotional account of her life, revealing that she is a single mother of eight children.
In a tearful video, she opened up about her struggles and said her situation was never something she planned for in life.
She said:
“You people are dragg!ng me. Wetin happen to me can happen to anybody at all. It can even happen to you, I no plan to born for 7 men”
She continued emotionally:
” I no plan to become single mother of eight. You people dey there dey cûrse me, dey there dey laugh me.”
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@singlemother_of_8 ♬ original sound – Tinablacksinglemotherof8
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Little Girl Miraculously Survives After Falling Between Train and Platform in Brazil
The incident reportedly occurred at around 2 p.m. on June 13 at Villa Lobos–Jaguaré station as passengers were boarding a train.
Video from the scene showed a woman kneeling near the platform edge while the child was trapped below.
Witnesses said panic broke out immediately after the girl fell. While her mother and other bystanders became distressed, her father reportedly remained calm and instructed the child to curl up as the train began pulling away from the station.
Fortunately, once the train moved forward, the little girl was safely pulled out from the gap without suffering serious injuries.
Speaking about the incident, eyewitness Vagner Mila claimed that people at the station initially struggled to find assistance.
According to him, after locating a railway employee and informing them of what had happened, staff reportedly said they had not seen the child fall.
He further stated that although surveillance cameras were installed at the station, the incident allegedly occurred in an area not fully covered by the cameras.
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Little Girl Miraculously Survives After Falling Between Train and Platform in Brazil pic.twitter.com/UYi3aErN6Y
— Iamelizabeth (@elizabethblogng) June 16, 2026
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Woman Found Dead Inside 25-Foot Python After Going Out to Tend Her Cattle In Indonesia
According to reports, the incident occurred on Tuesday afternoon when Elisabet went out to tend to her cattle near her garden.
Witness accounts indicated that Elisabet cried out for help during the attack, but the powerful snake had already restrained her.
Concerned after his wife failed to return home that evening, her husband, Benyamin Lanto, 52, reportedly went out in search of her.
When he arrived at the farm, he made the horrifying discovery of his wife’s motionless body partially inside the python’s mouth, just a short distance from their home.
In a desperate attempt to save her, Benyamin reportedly attacked the snake and cut it open. However, by the time he reached her, Elisabet had already died.
Nearby villagers later joined him to help retrieve her body from the scene.
Confirming the incident, Police Chief Adnan Wahyu Kashogi said:
“The husband found his wife dead after being attacked by a python measuring about 7.8 meters long, with part of the victim’s body still inside the snake’s mouth.
“However, after being pulled out, the victim was confirmed dead at the scene.
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Mummy please — Emotional moment boy stops his mother from running into a moving vehicle after the demolition of their home
A heartbreaking video making the rounds on social media has captured the emotional moment a young boy stopped his mother from running into traffic after their home was reportedly demolished.
Although the exact location of the incident remain unclear, the footage has drawn widespread attention online due to the emotional scene between the mother and her son.
The boy was heard repeatedly shouting, “Mummy! Mummy!” as he struggled to restrain her.
Overwhelmed with emotion, the child continued crying while trying to prevent his mother from putting herself in danger.
Concerned passersby quickly rushed to the scene and intervened, helping to calm the situation and ensuring the woman was moved away from the road safely.
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Heartbreaking Moment Boy Stops Mother From Running Into Traffic After Home Demolition pic.twitter.com/y5DtBZ0kwk
— Iamelizabeth (@elizabethblogng) June 13, 2026
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I Lost My Beauty 8 Years Ago – Woman Shares How She Survived Being Shot Multiple Times In The Face During Cameroon Crisis
A woman identified as The unstoppable lady has taken to social media to recount how her life changed forever after she was shot multiple times in the face during the crisis in the English-speaking regions of Cameroon eight years ago.
Sharing her story, She revealed that the attack left her with severe facial injuries and shattered many of the dreams she had for her future.
Despite the challenges, she said her faith and determination helped her overcome the darkest moments of her life.
In a heartfelt post, she wrote:
“Eight years ago, my life changed forever. I was shot several times in the face during the crisis in the English-speaking regions of Cameroon. The injuries were devastating, and there were moments when my future seemed uncertain.
My face was severely damaged, my dreams were shaken, and my journey became one of unimaginable pain and countless challenges.
Yet, through the infinite mercy of God, I survived.
Every scar I carry is a testament not to my suffering, but to my survival. Every breath I take is proof that adversity does not have the final word. What was meant to destroy me became the very reason I discovered my strength.
To everyone following my journey, I want you to remember this:
Your circumstances do not define your destiny.
Your scars do not diminish your worth.
Your setbacks do not determine your future.
There will be seasons when life tests your endurance, challenges your faith, and pushes you beyond what you thought you could bear. But within every human being lies a reservoir of strength greater than any obstacle.
I stand before you today not as a victim, but as a survivor. Not as a symbol of tragedy, but as living evidence that courage can rise from pain, beauty can emerge from brokenness, and hope can flourish even in the midst of despair.
If my story teaches anything, let it be this:
Never surrender to hopelessness.
Never underestimate the power of faith.
Never allow your wounds to silence your purpose.
I am still here. I am still standing. I am still dreaming. And by God’s grace, my best chapters are yet to be written.
Thank you for walking this journey with me. Your love, prayers, and support mean more than words can ever express.
I am Median. I survived. I endured. I overcame. And I will continue to rise. ❤️🙏✨
Happy birthday to me.”
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For years, I was scared to come out and speak — Woman shares how she suffered domestic violence during her marriage
Sharing her story on social media, Martin said she spent a long time hiding her experiences and avoiding public attention because she feared how people would react if they knew what she was going through.
Martin explained that she eventually reached a point where she decided to put herself first and walk away from the relationship.
She alleged that throughout her marriage, she suffered repeated physical attacks and other forms of abuse from her former husband.
Reflecting on her journey, Martin said making the decision to leave was not easy, but it became necessary for her well-being and safety.
She wrote: “Let me re-introduce myself. I am Tanecqua Garrett. For the past year I been hiding and staying out of public eye the best I could. I am a battered woman. I been suffering from domestic violence for years. I finally got the courage to become brave and choose myself. This photoshoot meant a lot to me because it reminds me of what I been through and what I have overcame. I was attack and bitten all over my face after I came home from my c-section from my husband being an abusive alcoholic. I hate it took so long for me to leave but I’m finally gone and done.”
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I would never return to South Africa. They murdered my husband, they are very wicked — Nigerian woman
A Nigerian woman identified as Emilia Godwin has said she has no intention of returning to South Africa following her repatriation to Nigeria.
Godwin was among 258 Nigerians recently brought back home after the intervention of the Federal Government.
She said:
“Now I am in my country and I have my mouth to speak. They are w!cked. They do not like us. If you enter a place, they make jest of you, they pull you. They be*t you. We are just like slaves there. We can’t speak. If you talk too much, they will start hitting you, speaking their language.
Since 2014 I came to South Africa. I started seeing these signs but I didn’t see these opportunities to come back. They are w!cked. There women are useless. Even if they see a Nigerian man is married, they do not care. They want to have a child with a Nigerian man so they can take their properties and k!ll them the way they k!lled my husband.”
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He does not take me to shows again, I don’t get money, I am broke — Kolu calls out Carter Efe
Kolu, a close friend of popular Nigerian comedian and streamer Carter Efe, has taken to social media to express his frustration over what he described as a change in their relationship.
Speaking in a video, Kolu claimed that he and Carter Efe are currently having issues and alleged that the comedian no longer takes him along to shows as he used to.
Lamenting in Pidgin English, Kolu said:
“Me and carter get problem, I won’t lie for you, i dont see money, he does not carry me to show again, i dont see money again, I dont get money, there is no money again, It is only carter that get money.”
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“I’m not happy. Everywhere isn’t good for me. Me and Carter Efe have part ways. Carter don’t take me to shows again. It’s only Carter Efe making money. If I ask Carter Efe for money he won’t give me. I won’t go to Carter Efe livestream again.”
— 𝐀𝐬𝐚𝐤𝐲𝐆𝐑𝐍 (@AsakyGRN) June 9, 2026
— Kolu cries out. pic.twitter.com/Y8NO5DJj3X