Sally Blottiaux: The Woman Who Shot Herself And Lived

Sally Blottiaux: The Woman Who Shot Herself And Lived

January 26, 2016 is the day I literally died. It was also the day I got my second chance at life. A little back story about me. I was working full time in healthcare for over 20 years while going to school to become a nurse. I loved my job and I loved attending school.  Although it was hard work, it was worth it to feel that sense of accomplishment.

Pain. Pain changed my whole life as I knew it. I became ill and in anywhere between severe pain to a dull annoyance everyday, all day. Millions of tests later it was found that I had several genetic diseases including: a joint disease, autoimmune disorder, blood clotting disease, fibromyalgia and more. These are all diseases with no cures, I can only try to manage them for the rest of my life. At 35 the rest of my life seemed like a long time. My dreams of becoming a nurse went out the window, along with the job I had working with cancer patients as a nurses aid.

After numerous procedures trying to reduce my pain I was prescribed opioids. I also had bad anxiety, so I took benzodiazepines. For over 5 years I took the medicine as prescribed with no issues. The dosages slowly went up over the years to a point that I needed a lot of the pills to even function during the day. At this point I knew I was addicted. I realized that every time I complained to my doctor that the pain was worse he would give me more medicine. I also started doubling the doses and then going through withdrawals because I would run out of pills. Then I started to steal my parents pain pills and xanax. This was around the 7th year of taking the meds. I was living with my parents at that point and decided I wanted help to get off the pills. My dad helped by locking up my pills and giving them to me on schedule. That worked for about 2 days until I figured out how to get to my pills again. So back to way too many pain pills, anxiety meds, muscle relaxers and sleeping pills. I overdosed a few times but it wasn't scary enough for me to stop. I used to be a girl who loved life and to make people smile but I had become an empty shell of a person, a zombie in a bathrobe shuffling from my room to the coffee pot with eyes glazed over.

The rest of my story is how it was told to me by family and friends. The day was like any other, bathrobe, coffee, eyes glazed. I went to bed and woke up in the intensive care unit of an amazing hospital. I had overdosed. While blacked out I shot myself in the chest. I had struggled with my mom over my gun and went to my dads room and shut the door, shot myself then opened the door and told my mom “mom, I shot myself” and then collapsed to the floor. The bullet tore through my left lung in two places and skimmed my heart. I was rushed to the hospital where on duty happened to be two surgeons instead of the usual one. A lung surgeon and a heart surgeon. Even with the two doctors working on me I only had a 2-4% chance of surviving. I cannot imagine the pain, worry, stress and anxiety I caused everyone. Being on life support for two weeks the doctors told my parents that when they took me off life support that I would probably not be able to breath without assistance still and I would have to live in a nursing home. But to everyone's amazement I started talking and within two days was up walking with therapy. I was in the hospital a total of 8 weeks.

I am now a little over 3 years clean. Though I still have the original pain and anxiety that led me to the pills to begin with I have an amazing doctor next to me helping to control my pain and anxiety without pills. I am a perfectly imperfect Beautiful Disaster. Sometimes you have to struggle through disasters to emerge just as beautiful as you were on the other side of crazy.


-Sally Blottiaux

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Rene Gilman March 10 2020

HI, I wanted to let you know that story wasnt over yet in the eyes of the Lord. The day you died and the day you resurrected from the dead is the day that our Lord and Saviour said, not today my love, I have I different ending for you. Your story is amazing and its hard for me. I live in severe pain everyday. My feet sometimes will flare up so bad that I cant even walk on them. I have NEVER consided pain pills. Even though I want the pain to disappear, I know there is no pill that can help me. Fibromyalgia is awful and it hurts. Thyorid conditions are rediciouls and leaving all od us feeling disgusting from the weight fluctuations. Please know, no matter how bad the pain gets, the Lord is there fogjting it with you.

Hugs to my sister in pain,

Amy Frances February 12 2020

This is very inspiring please say a prayer for me as I’m in a dark place right now also I have thought about leaving this world.
please PRAY for me,… pray that something turns around that I get a job and that I find a place to live. Thanks A.F.

Daneen Harris February 9 2020

Dear Sally,

Even though we’ve never met, I’m so happy you’re still here going through this life’s journey. I can relate to your story very much, because I too was once addicted to pain medication and I’m currently tapering off a benzo. I don’t know if this is across the entire country or not, but a couple years ago in my state I was forced to make the decision of a) take meds for pain, or b) take meds for anxiety. I chose the anxiety meds. Now the benzos are no longer being prescribed long term. Long term, at the max, is considered to be six months. I’ve been on benzos for 20 YEARS. That’s a big difference and I’m terrified. Not only for about how I’ll cope without anxiety meds (I’m filling that toolbox up with tools learned from therapy very quickly), but what that means for my future with regards to the damage of what decades of meds have done.

Anyway, looking back I know how addicted I was at one point on both classes of meds and I once spent some time in a coma after an overdose. Two years ago I dealt with breast cancer, and you could have been one of the people who helped me during treatment. The point is, you made it out and are stronger for it. You can now go on and continue helping others and giving hope to people like me. You have an inspiring story and I wish I could find that inner strength to stop fearing the future. We all know every moment of the future is uncertain. So, you’ve inspired me to work harder on myself. I wish I knew how your doctors are helping you cope without meds, I want to fight, but in the proper way. You’re an incredible woman and I’m almost envious because you’re at where I’m stumbling around trying to be. If you happen to read this, can you point me in a direction?

All the best & much love from a fellow a Beautiful Disaster,


Chari February 8 2020

I love you
You are a survivor, strong & beautiful human !
I loved reading your story, this happening to you means you were meant to teach lessons & give strength to everyone who suffers & can’t seem to figure a way out . I’m sad that you had to go through so much before your accident’ but I am encouraged by your life & recovery ! ♥️