In July of 2007 I suffered a cardiac arrest, almost killing me, and ended up in a coma for 4 days. I don’t remember very much, but after a week in hospital, the doctors ruled it out as toxic and sent me home, saying I did not need medication or surgery. I believed I didn’t either.

I had some minor monitoring and lived a perfectly normal, healthy life. I knew I was healthy and I was lucky to not have suffered any brain or head trauma for the lack of oxygen I endured.

Fast forward two years later it’s early June of 2009. I had a terrible weekend, one of the worst in my life, and I remember saying out loud, “Anything could be better than this. I’d rather suffer another heart attack than go through another weekend like this.” Really horrible thing to think or say, right? It backfired for sure. The next morning I woke up feeling awful, knowing something was wrong. One of the worst feelings I’d ever felt, my head was pounding and the rest. I blacked out because I went into a seizure. My family called 911 and I was rushed to the hospital. The doctors couldn’t figure out the cause and sent me home.

Not even 2 days later, it happened again. This time more tests were ran and the doctors were saying I had a prolonged heart rate and diagnosed me with Long QT Syndrome, saying I would need a defibrillator put in and might even need to be on beta blocker heart meds. I was totally crushed. I am only 20 years old; the thought of having all these problems at my age seemed unfair to me. I’m also a mother of two beautiful little girls, so I knew I need to be here.

I listened to all the negativity my cardiologist told me about how this condition was potentially fatal and the defibrillator was my only option, so of course I let this negative talk consume my life and believed what I was hearing. I was discharged from the hospital and sent home and told to come back in 2 weeks to schedule surgery.

I moped around for a few days dreading the fact I would have to have heart surgery. Then, suddenly it hit me. I was expecting this condition! I was believing what they were saying was true! I am a strong believer in you don’t have something unless you believe you really do, as is The Secret. I scheduled a second opinion at another hospital and starting practicing The Secret daily. I knew I had a healthy heart, I knew nothing was wrong with me. I knew I wasn’t going to have surgery and go on about a normal life like everyone else. I said it to myself until I truly believed it.

I went in for my second opinion with confidence. My cardiologist was AMAZING, telling me she wanted to be 115% SURE there was a problem before she cut open a 20 year old girl’s heart. I had several tests and wore a heart monitor for two weeks to get to the bottom of it. Weeks later, all the results came back normal – no sign of any type of problem. No sign of a prolonging heart rate. Nothing.

The Secret really did work for me, and now I can go about my life. I am officially a believer.