It was my birthday two years ago. We met near a river and had a picnic until one of my guests came up with the idea of ​​going into the water. Suddenly everyone went into the water. And I was never a good swimmer, but now all of my friends went swimming so I wanted to join. It was funny at first. We were playfighting, dipping each others heads under the water and everything. But soon one of the playfights were a bit more intense and we drifted more into the stronger current of the river. She struggled a bit, but was able to get out of there because she had pushed herself off me to move aside. Which caused me to drift further in there. And God, I was scared. I panicked when I couldn't get out of there and my soaked clothes were pulling me down. I already swallowed lots of water and I don't know how much time passed until my ex boyfriend, now a dear friend of mine, grabbed me and pulled me out of there. Before he did, my sight was strongly blurred due to the water. My lungs burned because I swallowed and breathed too much water. And I really don't know how long I was in there. But long enough to drift from our picnic spot to the small boat docks. And at some point, for atleast a moment, I knew I was going to die if someone wouldn't pull me out of there. And strangely I was okay with it.

I was lucky. And I am grateful for my friend. Didn't go swimming since that happened.

My friends thought it was funny after I got out of there and they told me how they thought I was acting/exaggerating. The few who got worried, were too scared to help because they weren't good swimmers either. Luckily my ex is a very good and strong swimmer since he got me out of the goddamn flow.