I had hit a bottom in 2012 and I was ready to end my life.  I was done living in depression and carrying pain.  I was not looking for Kambo, but Kambo found me. Sitting in my bathtub, I was crying and ready to give up. I felt that dying was the answer to all of my problems. I called a friend, hoping she would beg me not to hurt myself, but instead, she insisted on staying on the phone with me while I do it.   When I asked her why she would just sit there and listen to me die, she said "it's what you want, isn't it?"  I realized that dying was not what I wanted.  I wanted help.  I wanted to stop feeling the pain I had been living with for most of my life. She had been telling me about her personal experiences with the frog medicine and when I said that I didn't want her just sitting there listening to me die she asked me what I did want and I blurted out Kambo without really understanding what it was I was getting myself into. She had just done her Kambo practitioner certification training and had a stopover in Toronto and agreed to get off the plane to share this medicine with me if I organized a group for her to serve. I was scared.  I had no idea what was about to happen and when she arrived there was a part of me that wanted to cancel, but another part of me that knew I needed to do this. I really believed that I was going to die.  It was frog poison and I grew up being told that frog poison can kill a person.  All I really knew about was poison dart frogs and what I knew about them was very limited. I trusted my friend though.  After all, she had taken this frog medicine several times and was still alive, so, I decided that I would probably be just fine. I prepare according to her suggestions.  We go into my bedroom.  She sits me against a wall, puts a garbage bucket in front of me and begins scraping some jelly looking stuff from a stick and lines the dots up and leans towards me with a lit incense stick.  She tells me she is going to open the gateways and proceeds to burn little dots on my leg before applying the dots on the stick to my newly open wounds. Within a minute, I begin feeling my heart pound and throbbing in my head.  I feel a constriction in my throat and my breathing become rapid. I begin to feel anxious about what was about to happen and I look up at her in a weak, dizzy and helpless way hoping she could make it stop. She is speaking gently and telling me that I'm okay and to just breathe, but I'm feeling extremely overwhelmed and start becoming nauseated. I then begin to purge yellw and brown fluids excessively into the bucket she provided. As she took the medicine off, I had one last violent purge that felt like my crown was exploding.  Dust comes out of my mouth and into the bucket that no one is able to explain.  I took rest for a moment before crawling to the tub. My face was swollen, I had the worst headache and I slunk into the tub with my clothes on and turned the water on to soothe me. She came in to check on me and I told her that her and her frogs can get out of my house and that I was never going to do this to myself again.  She left, but only to get me some fresh fruit. I slept the rest of the day and straight into the next morning.  I was supposed to repeat my session, but I had refused to do so, which she obliged. I helped her serve a group of ten people that following weekend.  On day one everyone had a similar experience to what I had and I swore none of them would return... all of them did.  I watched and observed as they returned for their second and third treatments only to see a significant shift in them by day three.  I look up at her and say "I'm ready!" and she says "for what?" and I respond "another treatment!" She served me again and I had the most blissful and unexpected euphoric Kambo experience that was full of complete understanding of what this medicine is and how beautiful it can be. I spent the next three years assisting ceremonies and doing my own personal work before certifying with Peter Gorman to serve this medicine to others in 2015.