Definition: In this task, you are given a Reddit post as a text. Your task is to generate a title for this text. The title should start with "TIFU by", followed by a situation that caused humor. The title should contain 7-12 words, ideally.
Input: Text: last friday, my music studio had a recital at the local mall and i sang josh groban's broken vow. i practiced everyday for the last few months leading up to the performance. i blew it, got depressed, and stopped practicing anything since then.

i was in our attic this morning, alone, about to practice for tomorrow's lesson, since i still have a few sessions left. before any vocal exercises, i always do a 30+ second breath warmup, where you take as much air into your diaphragm as comfortably possible, then slowly let it out, making a hissing sound. it's normal to feel lightheaded doing this.

after a few seconds my head was already flying. it happened before, so i decided to push through it and keep hissing. i was scrolling through my music library on my mom's phone at the same time, queuing tracks of piano scales. the next moment i was aware of, i was sitting on the floor, my upper body rocking back and forth and my head rocking up and down as i breathed. at some point i stopped and regained full awareness. the phone was on the floor, the screen cracked in several places. i got up and began whispering *what the hell* over and over. for some reason i held my breath in too long and lost consciousness before i was aware of how much i needed to breathe. it was like i fell into a dreamless, thoughtless sleep for a while and woke up on the floor. oxygen deprivation sucks. i should have stopped the warmup as soon as i began feeling lightheaded, and done lighter breathing warmups first. i'm pretty sure i had a few seconds to turn back.

for the past few hours i've been pretty depressed and morbid because it feels like this has been my closest brush with death so far. i've been surfing threaddits asking people who clinically died what they experienced. most of them say it was just nothingness or a dreamless sleep. this obviously isn't helping my mood, but screw it, anyone can die at any moment, and i want to have an idea of what is/isn't waiting on the other side.

there haven't been any lasting effects that i'm aware of, but my mom was so pissed that i fractured the screen of her galaxy s5. i told her what happened, she said it was bs, and banned me from leaving the house or having any friends come over for an undefined amount of time. i'm not in school anymore, and she knows that loneliness is my weak spot. but she doesn't understand how fucking much i need to be with people i love right now, besides her and my dad. this is the strongest i've ever felt my mortality and i really want to be with my girlfriend, friends, and even old classmates as much as possible from now on. but *no*, i have to stay at home in sight of my mom, or she'll take away the computer too, and i won't be able to skype/chat/reddit for at least a few weeks. it isn't the same as face-to-face interaction, but i'll have to live with virtual interaction for now. but god, this is driving me insane.

 

#fuckthebutterflyeffect

TIFU by holding my breath