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I Rather Be Blind Than Dependent on Drugs – Woman Reveals Why She Chose to Have Her Eyes Removed
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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.
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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Days After Ecuador Priest Dies in Crucifix Accident, Another Priest Survives After Cross Falls on Him in Colombia
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A video circulating online captured the moment the priest was struck by a heavy cross while attempting to move it inside a church.
In the footage, the priest can be seen approaching the crucifix and trying to reposition it. However, the cross appeared too heavy to handle easily and suddenly fell on him, striking his head.
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Unlike Father Patricio, who died after the crucifix accident in Ecuador, the priest in Colombia reportedly survived the incident and sustained only a minor injury.
The exact church where the incident occurred has not been identified, and further details about the circumstances remain unclear.
The two incidents have drawn comparisons because both involved priests being struck by falling crucifixes, although the outcomes were different.
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The Baby Knows His Hospital Bills Have Been Paid – Social Media Users React as Newborn Calmly Crosses His Legs Minutes After Birth
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In the viral clip, Dr. Islam Al-Dah could be seen examining the baby with a stethoscope while the newborn remained remarkably calm and crossed his legs without crying.
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The baby’s relaxed posture and seemingly unbothered demeanour amused many social media users, with several people finding the moment hilarious.
The video has since sparked reactions online, as users shared their thoughts and humorous experiences about the baby’s unusual behaviour shortly after birth.
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Mourners Play Bingo on Their Dead Relative’s Coffin While Paying Their Last Respects During Funeral
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In the footage, grieving family members and other mourners could be seen gathered around the coffin as they played the game, with a loudspeaker calling out different letter-and-number combinations.
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The players appeared serious throughout the game, with no visible laughter as they continued marking their cards around the coffin.
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Father and Daughter Are Banished From Nenwe Village, Enugu state After Being Caught Having Sex
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In a video circulating on TikTok, the pair could be seen walking away from the community as residents sang songs of shame and shouted at them.
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Man and Daughter Paraded Through nenwevillage, Enugu state After caught sleeping with each other https://t.co/H5nVscuqHl
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I Was Arrested and No One Came to My Rescue, Not Even My Friends – Lady Cries Out After Lagos Beach Arrest as Her Bank Account Is Wiped
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The lady explained that her mother was the only person who came to her aid, sending her N20,000.
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She did not clarify whether the people who arrested her were police officers or members of another security team.
Recounting the incident in an emotional video, she said:
“They comes and drop me in VI, i went to the beach and they arrested me they handcuffed me I videoed it but the video did not save and they told me to bring 300k and they dropped me me in VI (Victoria Island) they said I should give them 300k I even borrowed loan, i called all my friends none of them sent me money it was only my mom it is only my mom that sent me money, It is well”
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I Was Live Streaming When They Entered Our Compound and Robbed All My Neighbours. It Wasn’t Up to 7 Seconds Before They Entered My House and Threatened to Machete My Head If I Didn’t Hand Over My Gadgets – Lady Cries Out After Being Robbed on Nigerian Independence Day as She Shares Livestream Video of the Incident
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In a video shared on TikTok, the lady explained that the incident occurred at approximately 2:00 a.m. while she was livestreaming from her home.
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According to her account, the armed men allegedly invaded their compound, broke into her apartment and robbed residents across her street. She claimed that the attackers were armed with rifles and machetes, adding that residents who attempted to resist them were reportedly injured.
Recounting the incident in an emotional narration, the lady described the frightening moments she experienced as the attackers broke into her home, seized her electronic devices and demanded access to her phone.
Lady Narrates How Armed Men Broke Into Her Home
She said:
“I was robbed on Nigeria’s Independence Day, October 1st.
The craziest part was I was live on TikTok when it happened.
I’ve been trying to figure out how to tell this story, because honestly, I don’t even know how to explain what happened that night.
But I do have the actual live recording, and I’ll show you exactly what happened.
This clip was the recording from TikTok while I was live, before the phone was taken from me.
It was around 2:00 a.m. in the morning.
I was streaming, and suddenly I heard a shout downstairs.
My neighbour’s door was being broken into.
And I swear it wasn’t even up to seven seconds before I heard my door broken. Literally broken down.
And they kicked it in. They rushed towards me.
There were about four of them with rifles, with machetes.
One of them took the phone I was having in my hand and grabbed it. The other phone that was on my dresser, they took that too.
And at that point, I had to run out because I wasn’t even thinking about my feelings anymore.
Honestly, I was thinking about the fact that I wasn’t dressed. I wasn’t properly dressed.
And I was terrified that I was in the same room with four men that had weapons. I was scared that they would sexually assault me if I stayed inside.
So I ran out onto the veranda.
And the second I got out, I remembered that my laptop was on the locker, was on the table. I had to put it into the bag, and when I turned around, I realised that somebody else had taken it.
They had taken it, and then one of them came towards me, put a machete on my head, told me to give him my phone password.
My hands were shaking terribly. I could barely type.
I hesitated because I was terrified of giving them access to everything, to my phone.
I haven’t thought about putting the wrong password, but then I thought if I try it, they might hurt me.
So they gave me their own phone and told me to type my password into their phone.
That was when I realised that it wasn’t about my feelings anymore.
I genuinely did not know if I was going to make it out of that situation without being injured.
They dragged me back into the house, started asking, ‘Where are the cartridges of the phone?’
They needed the cartridges of the phone.
And I was just there standing.
I don’t know. I don’t know what cartridges? What cartridges? What cartridges do you want?
Then they started ransacking everything.
That was when they found my camera.
They kept asking, ‘What else do you have? Where is your money?’
And honestly, my gadgets are so important to me because that’s what I used to work, that’s what I used to earn, that’s what I used to make content to survive.
They took my camera. They just grabbed the camera back.
Eventually, I had to run outside again.
I did not want to stay indoors.
And they left my house and went from house to house.
I was just kneeling there, raising my hands in the air.
At one point, I had to lie down just to show that I wasn’t a threat.
I kept praying. I kept shouting, ‘Jesus, Jesus!’
If you see the video, the clip there, that was what I started with.
I kept calling the name of Jesus.
And it wasn’t just my house. It wasn’t just my house. They robbed almost every house on my street.
Those that tried to resist them, they were hurt. Those that did not give them what they wanted, they were injured.
But when I say I was scared, I didn’t mean I was scared because someone stole my phones or my laptop or my camera.
I was scared because I genuinely did not know what these people could do.
And when they were finally done, they left on their motorcycles.
But there’s something I keep thinking about: how vulnerable we can be in our homes.
But honestly, what I lost was just material things.
I’m grateful that I’m sitting here telling my story, because material things can be replaced.
I know people are gonna feel sorry for me, but that’s not the point of this video.
The point is awareness. Please be security-conscious.
Look at where you’re living.
Look at the security around your compound.
Pay attention to the people coming in and out of your environment.
Be careful about unfamiliar workers, visitors, people that just start appearing around your community.
Pay attention to your surroundings.
We have to be security-conscious.
And it’s funny because the irony of all this is not even lost on me.
It was Independence Day. While Nigeria was celebrating, I was outside my home at 2:00 a.m. in the morning, kneeling on the ground, hands in the air, and just praying to God that I survived the night without a scratch.
It really made me think about what independence and safety actually mean for ordinary Nigerians as we head into another election.
Election is this January. It’s basically three months away.
I think we all need to pay attention to security, whoever we choose to lead us.
Security has to be something we take seriously.
We need to ask questions about how citizens are being protected, because security shouldn’t only become a conversation after someone has been robbed, kidnapped, killed.
Look at the candidates. Look at their plans. Make your own informed decision.
I’ve never been so scared in my entire life.
And I don’t wish this experience on anybody, even my enemy.
I’m alive. I’m grateful.
But I’m asking you, please be careful.
Because sometimes the things we think could never happen to us can happen in less than seven seconds.”
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@hazelangel31 May God keep us safe 🤍🇳🇬
♬ original sound – 👁️🇬🇧BILLIONAIRE PROPHETESS
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How Do I Hire Someone to Kill Me? – Lady Dies by Suicide After Sharing Heartbreaking Final Post About Her Depression
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According to Ayman, Aisha had been battling depression before her death. He shared the sad news on X, describing her as a good soul whose presence touched the lives of many.
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In his tribute, he wrote:
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Anyone Who Knows Her Parents Should Please Help – Woman Found Dumped by the Roadside in Gwagwalada as She Behaves Strangely
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The woman was brought to public attention through a video shared on Facebook by a user identified as Ruth Oluwabunmi, who appealed to members of the public to help locate her family.
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In the video, the woman appears to be in need of assistance as efforts are being made to identify her and reconnect her with her relatives.
She said: “Please anyone that know the parents to help us located the parents”
Sharing the video, Ruth Oluwabunmi also appealed to people who may recognize the woman to come forward.
She captioned the post: “Pls anyone dat know dis Lady should pls Try and come to GSS gwagwalada FCT Abuja pls repost they just dumped her not quite long”
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I Want a Man Who Will Carry Responsibilities, Who Is Not Stingy and Who Will Love My Child as His Own – 38-Year-Old Single Woman Cries Out
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The woman, identified as Oluwafunmilayo Deborah, made her intentions known in a video shared on TikTok, where she revealed that she is currently single and searching for a partner.
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According to her, she is looking for a man between the ages of 45 and 50 who is generous and willing to take responsibility in a relationship. She emphasized that she does not want a stingy partner.
Speaking in Yoruba, she explained the qualities she expects from her prospective partner.
She said:
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In a Facebook post shared on October 5, 2026, the preacher argued that lip gloss is being used as an alternative to lipstick and claimed that women who use it are being led toward hellfire.
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He wrote:
“This is satan’s alternative of dragging many daughters of Zion to hell.
“He knows they won’t buy lipstick (coloured ones) so he decide to produce something that can’t be suspected easily.
“Yes you might burn for God but your fire will be polluted (a polluted fire) and nothing polluted can see Heaven.
“Acts 17:30 And the times of this ignorance God winked at; but now commandeth all men every where to repent: God bless you and help your understanding In Jesus Name…. AMEN #ChildOfGod #PreachingTheMindOfGod.”
Precious further described his message as a hard truth, maintaining that hellfire must reject everyone who does not live according to what he considers God’s instructions.
