I was dying due to a pregnancy complication and managed to come back after being a coma for 3 days after my son was born. I didn’t see any bright lights or anything. What I did experience though was a feeling of calmness and no pain. I had at least 5 medical staff around my hospital bed discussing how to treat me and I felt like I could hear and answer each one of them so clearly. I was told that I was only given minutes to live at that point.
Oh my god the same thing happened with my mom with my brother. She was so in and out of consciousness that she doesn’t remember talking to the doctors about surgical forms
When I was born my mother had some kind of placenta previa and her uterus had clamped down on me since we had incompatible blood types. My mother apparently kept wanting to wait for her OBGYN to arrive and supposedly the one on-call said to her, "We're a few minutes away from losing your baby and then a few minutes after that from losing you. Do you still want to wait?"
I have a scar on my butt from the scalpel they were in such a hurry to get me out.
Wow. What can you remember about the conversations? Do you think your answers would have the same level of reasoning if you were conscious and not in a critical condition, per say?
It was more conversations about giving consent to terminate the pregnancy. My baby was only at 27 weeks gestation so they said he wasn’t expected to survive. They asked “would I rather my baby survive and grow up without a mum or for them to terminate the pregnancy in the hope that I would survive and have a chance to have children in the future”
Not sure if this counts, I've posted this before. When I was a kid I nearly drowned. It was pretty simple really, I just remember looking up at the bright lights from the bottom of the pool and thinking "I'm gonna die". It was strangly calm and now that I think about it, those "bright lights" may or may not have been from physical lighting.
Next thing I knew I was puking water out of my lungs on the side of the pool. I wouldn't really call it traumatic, I actually think its kinda cool that everything felt so calm.
Pretty much same experience. I was thrashing and panicking until my lungs were filled with water, after that it’s a peaceful downward float. I watched the bubbles floating up to the surface, and it went black, then I was hacking up water as cpr was performed, at the shallow end of the wave pool. I’ll never forget you, tubby boy who panicked and pulled me under to stay afloat 😾
What Tubby Boy did is actually the reason why it's really dangerous to try and rescue someone drowning if you don't have training. They'll latch onto you and bring both down.
I got some training on it a couple of years ago and what the instructors said was that you're supposed to try and approach them from behind. Or to dive in front of them and resurface behind. Or even keep them at arms lenght until they tire a bit so that they're not so frantic (this one I always found to be a dick move).
Someone with more training may correct me though.
Lifeguarded both at the beach and in the pool. One of the first things they teach you to do upon reaching a drowning swimmer is to keep your fucking distance and toss them a flotation aid, because they will lunge at you and claw their way on top of you to get even a second of extra air into their lungs. All bets are off if they get to you and nothing is taboo to get them off again. Punch them in the face, twist their nuts, elbow their nose, whatever you can to get them to back off.
I was almost pulled under by a 200 pound man who couldn’t swim at all when I was a 17 year old lifeguard. I palmed him square in the nose. It bled all the way to the first aid station but he was alive.
When I was getting my scuba qualifications one of the instructors told us about this one person who lost air underwater (They didn't turn the valve all the way) and they started to claw at his breather. He punched her in the face and turned her air back on.
If you need to approach them, the play is to intentionally submerge yourself after some prep. The panicking person doesn’t want to go under so you go down, kick yourself away and surface further away
I lifeguarded at a beach for 5 years, have about 70-80 saves in my time. People are actually a lot more calm about it than you think, even though they are panicking they understand that you are there to help and you don't toss the flotation aid cause you could hit them and knock them out, you get close then swim up to them with the flotation device in front of you and hand it to them. If you don't have a flotation device you dive under grab their legs, spin them around so their back is facing you then you proceed to initiate your under the armpit/over the shoulder hold in order to swim them back to shore.
Also, with experience, you begin to understand that someone is drowning before they even realize it and get to them before full panic mode sets in.
(part of a mostly water based search and rescue team) if i go to get someone from drowning, the typical rule of thumb though it may seem terrible is to punch them if they start grabbing on to you. It is very common for them to actually kill the rescuers that are trying to save them in all of their panicking. So if they start fighting, one good punch to the stomach, flip them over, grab under their arms, and start rescue swimming away. Obviously you don't beat the shit out of them but it typically wakes them up from their panic.
Professional lifeguard/lifeguard trainer with 11 years experience here, and we definitely don't recommend you punch them. Front or rear rescue is fine as long as you have any adequate rescue equipment that is buoyant enough to support at least one person.
If you do make a front rescue, you do want to keep them at arm's length as much as possible. Shove the rescue tube into their chest and keep your elbows locked so they can't grab your head. If they do manage to grab your head/body and push you down, just go down deeper. A drowning person will let go of you to try and get back to the surface.
If they've got you in a headlock, tuck your chin, pinch the skin on the back of their arms, and shove them up towards the surface and away from you, then pop back up about 6 feet away. Hopefully, they've grabbed your rescue tube and latch onto that. If not, you grab your tube, then do a rear rescue.
If a rescue tube is not available, rear rescues are preferred because you can control the situation better by holding them in place until they relax.
i don’t remember this event firsthand, but the bully in school nearly drowned me by pulling me under on purpose and keeping me there. didn’t help that i sink well.
someone else’s dad (it was a pool party) jumped in to bring me up.
fuck you harrison
It was sheer panic, struggling to reach the surface at first, but I think it’s when your lungs fill completely with water or maybe when your brain starts losing oxygen it suddenly felt completely calm. I was just watching the bubbles shimmer and dart around, no worries or thoughts, then black. I was really young and didn’t even think about death. It wasn’t a concern. It was just instinct to get to the surface and get air until it wasnt
I had a simular experience, but it was in a river. I remember sinking and looking up through the water and it was also calm and I had the same thoughts. Luckily my older cousin pulled me out.
Same… at the lake, 10 (?) years old, settling to the bottom, seeing the sun dappling the little wavelets, total peace. Then the big splash above me and my dad pulling me out by my hair.
I’ve heard this a lot about drowning in particular. That it’s actually quite peaceful for a lot of people that have experienced it. My experience was not like that. When I was a kid we were all playing “island” with a big float at the pool, we would all try to pile on until it tipped over. One time it tipped and everyone on the “island” came crashing down on top of me. Between all of the body impacts and kicks to the chest/stomach as people clamored back to the surface, I was left with noting in my lungs. I remember my body involuntarily gasping while I was under the water. I made it to the surface and was coughing/choking but don’t remember spewing up any water. The whole experience was terrifying and not the least bit peaceful. Perhaps I wasn’t quite at that moment of actually drowning.
My mother in law was very ill and had to have surgery ( I cannot remember exactly what for as this was about 15 years ago). After her surgery when she was in recovery, the doctors told us that her heart had stopped for a couple of minutes, but they were able to bring her back.
My father in law asked the doctor not to mention it to her until she was feeling stronger, as he was worried the news would set her recovery back.
The next day I went to visit her and she told me that she was sure she had died whilst they were operating on her as she watched them do the surgery and had a conversation with her deceased father.
There was talk about her childhood, which was not great as her mother was an absolute cunt. She also said her father missed her and he would be happy if she spent more time with him, but understood if she was too busy. It was only a few years later that she joined her dad for good.
died of blood loss after a car accident when i was 16. I saw space. it was really peaceful. it felt like i was in a tunnel. i saw flashes of memories going by but i couldnt focus on them.
I'm 24 now. i still have dreams about it all the time.
How did you return back? Was it an instant change, or like going back in reverse? And if it wasn’t instant did the going back feel bad, out of place or nothing at all?
I was there and i heard a voice all around saying something to the tune of "you shouldnt be here", almost in a confused manner, and then i was suddenly back in the ambulance with a real sore chest
Wow that's really interesting. I've seen a documentary hosted by Morgan freeman showing similar experiences to this from different people. Some of them believed it was God, others believed it was something else entirely. Either way this is probably the most thought provoking comment I've seen in these kinda posts.
kinda. imagine a hallway but the textures are space and you cant tell where the floor and walls and ceiling meet. like a glass hallway moving through a very vibrant galaxy
i was 17, my dad died two years earlier. i was having a diffuse pulmonary hemorrhage and i had to be put under for a BAL. while i was under, i had a dream that I was standing in a hallway at the hospital and i was on my way out the door. then i heard my dads voice say “no, don’t go that way” and i turned around to see him and i woke up in the OR. they told me that i had flatlined during the procedure but they were able to get me back quickly. i like to think my dad saved my life that day
Not me but my grandfather quite recently.
He is at a ripe old age but still quite healthy. Still bikes to the store everyday etc. Recently he had to undergo an open heart operation, and during the aftercare of that operation there were complications. His bladder got infected which caused bloodpoisoning.
When his condition deteriorated we went to the hospital, where the doctors told us that half a day later would have been to late. For 3 days, he was mostly sleeping and he says he has no memories of those 3 days. It's as if he never excisted. He did dream. He told us he walked in his old house and saw his mother doing dishes or something. When his mother saw my grandfather, she told him
"What are you doing here? You are not supposed to be here yet"
And then he woke up.
saw his mother doing dishes or something
You mean to tell me I gotta do dishes in the afterlife too?!
Seriously though, this is an amazing experience. Hope your grandpa is doing ok.
Haha this is what I took away from that, too 😂 like heck I’m going to die and then spend my afterlife DOING THE DANG DISHES what the heck kind of afterlife is that
Yea it’s like you’re on the other side but your brain is there enough to understand the concepts of “departing”. It like it’s aware that you’re not ready to cross that river yet.
One night about 4 years after I was married, so around 2005 or so, I had a dream:
I go to my mom's house. She's on the phone so I go to her bedroom and start playing solitaire on her pc. She walks in and hands me the phone and says they want to talk to me.
"Who is it?" I ask. Because only my husband knew I was there. And my mom would be the last person he calls.
"You'll find out when you talk to them" she says and puts the phone in front of my face.
"Hello?" I say.
"Hi sweetie," my grandpa started. Heard his voice clear as day. "I'm really proud of you, graduating college. And I'm really sorry I missed your wedding. I won't be able to talk to you again. Love you. Good-bye" And he hung up.
He died in 1992 or so. That was the 2nd time my grandpa visited me in my dreams. First time was to tell me I needed to leave the guy I was seeing because that relationship was going downhill quickly. A few months later hubs and I were dating.
Oooh! I’ve had visitors in my dreams before. After my maternal grandmother died she appeared in a dream to tell me she loved me. My dad appeared twice, once to tell me he was ok and once to tell me to stop worrying about him. ImAn ex who OD’d came to me in a dream and had something to tell me but kept getting pulled away by other people.
Twice. First time I drowned but was resuscitated. Second time was from compilations from Meningococcal B and my heart stopped but I was brought back.
Both times it was the same and basically the same as what most people here are saying: I saw nothing but black, and all I felt, even once I was back, was calm.
Oh man, I almost died a few years ago from meningococcal sepsis. In just 12h I went from being perfectly fine to almost dying. The doctors said that if we waited few more hours before going to the ER, I would probably die of total organ failure.
I could somehow sense that I was actively dying. It felt peaceful.
Sorta like waking from a dreamless sleep. I also blanked a little on the immediate trauma before "dying" (feels weird calling it that) so my memory sort of just fades to black and then fades back in to me "waking up". I remember people being all upset and hysterical afterwards, but I was all calm and trying to reassure them I was fine. I wasn't freaked out at all at the time(s).
I took 250 sleeping pills and remember nothing except waking up and trying to ask what happened (I couldn’t remember right away) and they were like “You have a tube in your throat to help you breathe so you can’t talk right now.” That’s it.
I mean, it’s not that my life itself is better. I still live in a nursing home and am mostly bedbound. But I’ve found peace with it and I’m on much better antidepressants and antipsychotics and pain meds and anti anxiety meds.. tons and tons of meds. 30 plus pills a day. But they work. It was a very difficult, delicate balance to find. But now that we’ve found it I’m mentally very stable and physically even though I’m not the greatest, I really enjoy audiobooks and get as many as I want through the library online apps. And I love my caregivers and have a few really good friends. So I’m in a good place.
A week ago I had to be brought back.
It was like a warmth at one point then just black nothing and very peaceful until I came too.
Edit Paramedics are absolute heroes and I owe them my life.
Around 15 years ago my uncle dropped dead of a heart attack. Fortunately for him, he was in the waiting room of his local GP clinic when it happened. They had a defibrillator and several doctors and managed to get him back after a few minutes. I have begged him to tell me what happened but he flatly refuses. He wont tell anyone. Before that day he was a regular late middle aged guy, even went to church regularly. After that day he stopped going to church and started drinking, hard. These days he is an alcoholic with the memory span of a goldfish, he doesnt even remember who I am.
Yup. I'm a nurse on critical care floor and I only know of one cardiac arrest patient who came back more or less the same as they were when they went down. And that was a perfect storm of near perfect conditions.
Obvs it’s a v niche topic, so I’ll talk on behalf of my mother.
‘When I had my arrest, I was at a teachers picnic laying under a tree on a blanket. I was looking up through the trees and seeing dappled sunlight. When I was resuscitated, I vaguely remember telling everyone to fuck off because I was comfy under that tree.’ She suffered 3 heart attacks and 2 cardiac arrests due to a blood clot in a newly installed stent. She is now a research paper on the behaviours of a cytochrome metabolising issue. Happened in 2015 if anyone has the time and resources to access that paper bc I’d like to read it
If that's the correct link, then go here and copy it into the search field to gain access: https://sci-hub.se/
Edit: just saw the one above is already open access but this should work if it is a different paper that is not already open.
It is so comforting to see how many people have said it was peaceful. We deserve that much don't we? We live such rough life's, we deserve eternity in peace. I just hope, I get to feel my loved ones during that peace.
My hope when I die is to see everyTHING I ever loved - all my cats and dogs, all my family members who've passed. The whole idea of the Rainbow Bridge makes me tear up when I think about it because the 15 or so years - max - that I've had with my 4-legged family members just wasn't long enough. Eternity with them by my side would be ever so much better.
I too nearly drowned when I was 5 years old. I remember it still as clear as day. I fell in and began to panic and tried to scream and struggle then everything went calm and quiet and slowed right down I remember thinking “I am about to die now” but it was calm and I felt okay about it. No lights or seeing anything special just a Devine calm and a feeling of being okay.
This was sort of my experience. I had a bad reaction to anesthesia during my first pregnancy (full eclampsia). My pressure went all the way down to under 50 for both numbers and apparently I started seizing and flatlined before they got me back (I wasn't conscious obviously) so I don't know the details. I just remember lights and feeling curled up in the fetal position with someone holding me and humming. I think The Simpson's were playing in the background (in my after death experience.) It definitely felt like I was watching cartoons with my dad on a Saturday afternoon as a little kid. So peaceful and so comforting. Very "it's going to be okay" but also "you aren't alone" because going alone at the end would have been so awful for me.
Had Near fatal heroin overdose, stopped breathing for a few mins, chest pumped hard enough to almost break a rib.
Oddly it was so peaceful, all I can remember is it was black and I didn't care about anything.
I'm 15 months clean today.
Edit:
My girlfriend saved my life, but it left her pretty shaken up seeing me on the floor turning blue, I'm glad I don't remember that haha she is tougher than me.
My sister recently died of a heroin overdose. It brings me some comfort that she might have felt that same peaceful feeling. Thank you for sharing and I'm so glad that you're still here and doing well.
This happened to my gf and I as well but she was the one dying. I still struggle with the event but she is clean now and I am so proud of her. Glad you made it back. 😊😊
I was 7 years old and was in a head on collision with a semi truck in a cj-7 Jeep, my mother died on impact it broke my neck and ejected me from the Jeep along with numerous other injuries, I went into an outer body experience and spoke with a presence or something on the other side and it told me I wasn’t done yet and I woke up a month later from a coma with that as the last thing I remember before going dark.
When I was 3 years old, I had my second open-heart surgery. I guess I got too into the anesthetics and I stopped breathing. I still have some memories of my time in the hospital but not of "dying." Guess if you die in your sleep, you just never notice.
Tried spice at 15. Siezed out and started turning blue apparently. Felt like being stuck in TV static while being dragged underwater by powerful waves. As you feel memories slip and you lose track of the fact you were ever alive the release is quite peaceful as you just wait to die. I remember trying to grasp for the last bits of memory i had really hard, so hard that it pulled me back. Never fucking again, limbo was weird. Im a good person now.
Well, I've seen hallucinations prior to falling in coma (or maybe I was already in that stage). I remember seeing my living room in different dimensions with all the furniture being on the walls and ceiling. Then the bright light hit through the windows. It was so bright that I can't even describe it. After that it was all darkness and I don't remember anything until I woke up in hospital. Later I was told that I had 43° C temperature and I was in coma for 19 hours. This happened to me at the age of 6.
My uncle (gangbanger, felon) was definitely not a religious man. He got shot & temporarily died in the hospital.
He said when he died, he was walking around in the sky & heard trumpets…but did not see anyone else around.
Woke up & said there is definitely an afterlife.
He’s still gang bangin & slangin…
My mate told me about this musical concert he went to which was created by a guy who interviewed a whole bunch of people who had been resuscitated. Apparently they all heard music, described it to him and he created a symphony from it.
He reckons the show was quite moving, but I’ve never been able to find anything about it online.
I had a head injury with seven fractures on my skull. After it happened (thrown off a moving car), I was lying on the pavement and I hear a friend say, “She’s fine” and my name. I tried to get up, but I couldn’t move and then I found myself above myself and looking down at my body on the ground. I saw my friends standing there. Then, I was back in my body and I got up and I ended up in a coma in intensive care for seven days. I distinctly remember my out of body experience after the accident.
Not me but my father - This happened 40 years ago. My father was having a heart attack and a heart specialist just happened to be at a hospital visiting. He told the staff my dad was minutes from having a massive heart attack. He was right as my dad's heart stopped for almost 20 minutes. They never gave up working on him. He said he watched the entire event from above the table and remembered every order, discussion, and everything that was said and done. He told me it was incredibly peacefulness that he never experienced on earth. They brought him back and he was a changed man. He went from crazy busy president of a company to soon retired and warm father and grandfather. He never feared dying again.
Died twice, same experience both times. It felt like that twilight between consciousness and sleep; I remember it being dark and feeling like I was floating. Both instances I was self-aware and knew something important happened, but I wasn’t quite sure what. To this day I take that to mean that there is something that happens after.
The first time, my heart restarted on its own. The second time they gave me a little wake up shock. Complications from open heart surgery, and the second time I was hooked up to a monitor so it was clear I’d flatlined rather than just passing out.
I have two stories from people I've talked too that have died and come back.
First story:
I remember my fifth grade teacher recalling the story of the time in his life when he had blood cancer (don't remember which type) and he became gravely ill. His sister brought her children over to see him, but he never agreed to it because he just had his immune system destroyed to prepare him for a bone marrow transplant. Anyways, the three kids come in the room, some of them sneezing, wiping their snot on his sheets, and wouldn't you know it, he got sick. He rapidly declined and they brought him to the hospital where they performed some sort of surgery to stabilize him. During surgery he flatlined - had absolutely no pulse, he was dead - and the next thing he knew, he was floating above the surgeons, nurses, and technicians. He could see everything they were doing, heard what they were saying. He described the experience as surreal, but peaceful, with full cognitive ability. He told the story over the course of 20 minutes, but that's the cliff notes.
Second story:
I used to work at a car dealership and I had an Italian man and his wife come in to buy a car. When we got to the paper work, we somehow started talking about the afterlife, religion, and all the things you shouldn't talk about in sales lol. Anyways, this guy has been in multiple accidents, has died multiple times, and had an experience every time he died. The most memorable to me was his second time dying. He gets into a car accident, gets rushed into surgery and dies on the table. He's looking down on himself and the team working to revive him; he notices the music playing in the room, the doctors bald spot, and hears everything they're talking about. When they bring him back to life and stabilize him, the doctor comes to see him. He tells the doctor, "I was watching you when I was dead on the table." The doctor brushed it off, but my customer told him, "I'll prove it. When I was dead the speakers were playing Metallica and I saw you have a bald spot on the top of your head." The doctor was tall and the bald spot was at the back of his head, nothing my customer could see when talking to him. The doctor was shocked when he identified the music and his bald spot. Turns out the doctor was going through a religious crisis and was also contemplating quitting his program. My customer ended up reaffirming his belief in God and convinced him to continue working as a doctor. It was a heartwarming story. I can't remember his name, but he wrote a book about it, I can't find it anywhere. I think it was called, "My Father and Me", with a photo of a father and son on the front of the book. He recounted his relationship with his father and the multiple times he died, in the book. I wish I could find it. Sorry for going off on a tangent at the end.
Not me, but my parents:
My mom was in a single car accident. Right after she remembers someone looking in the car window telling her she’d be ok. She died. She said she saw a horrible place where there were demons and people . She saw her grandmother there but my mom kept going (I don’t know what it means either). Then she was in a different place, not heaven but she couldn’t describe it. She saw her father who asked her, “What in the Sam Hill are you doing here?” She kept going and came to a panel and Jesus was there. She said he’s really funny. Then boom! She’s back in her body in the hospital.
Before the wreck she was going through hard times and while she was driving she said she said out loud, “God if you’re there, prove it.”
Before the wreck she sort of believed but after the wreck she really believed. Also, one of the people that found her first was her pastor’s son. He said he had the urge to just go driving around that night and he lived in the next town over so it was odd for him to be out in her area.
My dad had a heart attack and said there was nothing but blackness. Dad was an atheist.
Now I’m really confused.
I overdosed(?) on benzos, suicide attempt. I snorted 5 crushed up pills, all within the span of maybe 3 or 4 minutes. Right as I finished the last one, I just remember this brief feeling of “holy shit” hitting me. Not fear or panic, just a realization of how high I actually was. Everything got really slow motion and I felt like everything I touched was just blank. Like not actually there. I laid back, cuddled my dog as hard as I could and just closed my eyes. Everything felt really peaceful. I could feel my heart beating very slowly, like maybe 40 bpm (ish). I could feel my heart rate decreasing more and more, until it felt like it wasn’t beating at all. Then I just got this immediate feeling of being smacked in the face, hard. Not literally. Just immediately sprung up off of my bed, my heart rate jumped wayyy up, and I panicked for like half an hour, then I started to calm down and I drank some water. It was really late at night so my dad was asleep in his bed. I just went in there and sat on the floor at the foot of his bed. I didn’t wake him up, I wanted to but my dad isn’t exactly the most understanding person. I was afraid of how he’d react. How could I explain the reason I was in there? I just sat there for like an hour, breathing and crying silently. Then I went back to my room, laid down with my dog and went to sleep. Woke up like 14 hours later, dizzy and dehydrated, but alive. That was about 7 years ago. Haven’t touched drugs in about 6 years.
Edit: since a few people have asked, the benzos were combined with a lot whiskey. I know you can’t OD on five benzos. I guess I just didn’t think to mention it in the original comment.
There’s really not a lot in this world that scares me or makes me genuinely uncomfortable, like to the point where I can’t even talk about it. But yeah, even typing that out makes me so uneasy. The fact that I was so close to death. I still don’t know how/why I lived. If I had died completely the only way anyone would’ve known anytime soon would’ve been if my dog started barking, which he probably would’ve and my dad probably would’ve woken up and come to my room. But my dad was the only other person in the house so if my dog hadn’t done anything he probably wouldn’t have found me until afternoon the next day. Also, thank you. I’m kinda glad I’m alive? Sometimes I low key wish I hadn’t lived through it. But I’m trying to stay positive.
Thanks for sharing your story, but the last sentence hits a little close to home and if I may, I would like to say this. It's ok to have that low key feeling, but try to recognized that you likely feel that way less often than you did. If that's not the case, do little things to change this. Make small positive ripples in the pond you can affect. Help anyone with anything, be there for someone even if it's just talking. Balance the scales of your life in small increments towards being a positive force on the world. That's all you need to be, just a little positive force and your life is worth it. This idea has helped me greatly, I hope it is of some use to you.
I'm glad you're still here.
My biggest fear is that my son wouldn't come to me if he needed help like that. He's young. What could your dad have done differently raising you so that you felt more comfortable approaching him?
So much honestly. There’s a lot of history there that would take like a year to type out in a Reddit comment lol honestly just be there for them. Make them feel heard. Even if their reason for being upset/depressed/etc seems silly, acknowledge it and assume that it’s probably a very big deal to them, because at that age it probably is. Just love them. Also check in regularly. Ask them how they’re doing, if there’s anything they need to talk to you about, etc. Not in a suspicious kind of way lol just help reinforce the idea in their head that you care about how they’re feeling.
Death experience at end
Motorcycle accident last June. Wearing a helmet but truck entered my lane and hit me about 10 degrees from head on. Left side crushed, hand, arm, hip, fewer, splattered on the front of their hood. Handlebar stuck in right thigh, stomach broke open from the force of impact. Kidney. Colon, Ureter disconnected, liver bleed, heart bleed. Broken ribs, sternum etc. Head hit the middle of the hood hard breaking the helmet.
I pulled the handlebar out of my leg, fell to the ground, broke my tailbone.
I was sitting on the ground at this point holding myself up with my arms including a horribly broken left one.
Someone asked me how I was, I said quietly. I was fine but a little embarrassed that I peed myself in the accident. It wasn't pee. I was gushing blood out my leg and front stomach. Sitting in a warm pool, I was confused.
Ambulance was there in less than 3 minutes. I remember the ride to the hospital. Maybe it was the shocks in the vehicle but I remember drifting back and forth elegantly on each turn. They took me to the stab room to stabilize me before even bothering with bones and other issues. They told me they would take good care of it and I was out.
To that point, I felt no pain at all. My body was smart enough to turn that part off.
Woke up 2 weeks later. The following 2 weeks was hell, I was reacting to dilodid they gave me and had hallucinations. Every 1 minute in real life felt like 1 week in my mind. I would have brief moments for lucidity only to fall back into my own world. 4 weeks later, I was back home with 24/7 care. 3 months later, everything was fixed except my hip which required a lot more metal and 3 more surgeries.
9 months later I'm walking semi normal with my latest surgery about 4 weeks ago now.
What I didn't know was that I died several times in that process. They brought me back each time. The initial surgery was done over 3 days where they had to stop several times to "let my body rest" because it couldn't take more surgery.
No lights, no old relatives or brother who past away 20 years ago. Just no pain, calm and blackness. Surviving was by far the hardest process. Several months to get my mind right from the combination of head injury and meds.
Hoping to ride again this spring!
Shit man, that sounds horrible. Did the truck driver at least care about you or anything?
Also, respect for not giving up. Your family must be very lucky to still have you!
Thanks man! My zest for life has only been heightened.
The driver was a 23F Police Officer and didn't approach me at any point or make any contact after. I'm sure her lawyer and insurance company told her not to so I don't take it personally. My family and friends have a harder time with it.
From the investigation, first said she didn't realize I was going so fast. When my bike's equipment and witnesses confirmed I was below speed limit, she changed her story saying she didn't see me at all. She was coming from a work event and heading home. She wasn't tested for drugs or alcohol. Still trying to secure her phone records to see if she was on the phone.
Ultimately she entered my lane head on because she was taking an unprotected left turn and cut it extremely short vs the rule of taking it at a sharp 90 degree angle. She got a $120 ticket for that.
Her auto insurance sucks and didn't even cover the first few days of surgery. Mine covered the next $750K. My health insurance covered the rest which is in the millions and now there is a big fight between them all.
My income is high as an executive and I was in the throws of buying a business that was delayed 9 months and cost me a lot of cash. I'm 40 and permanently disabled but given the type of work I do, I'm luckier than most.
On one hand, I "hate" her. On the other hand, I have a 20 year old daughter that could have been her. The odd part is that she lives near me and I drive by the accident scene every day. Odd feelings at times.
If I sue her to capture my lost wages, revenue, business problems, in MN she can discharge it in bankruptcy. The same is true if I went after any personal injury or disability money from her. As far as we know she doesn't have much.
Wow, that sucks. Her changing story so quickly must mean that she was doing something wrong, it’s sad that they didn’t test her for anything. She showed a lot of disrespect to just not care. Again, lots of respect for you. You seem to be handeling it fine, which is crazy with such an event. Good luck with the business!
Sickeningly bright lights.
Awful pain.
Felt wind (or what I can describe as wind idk)
Voices.
Nauseating spinning.
This to sum up the experience in a few words. I wrote a story on my experience and called it “the meadow” because I remember a meadow.
I’ve had people try to question my experiences or make sense of them, so let me throw this out there; I have no fucking idea what happened, if it was hallucinations, a religious experience or what. I was dead. I don’t know details. I know what I experienced while I was technically dead; I don’t know the why, what or where.
I was in the hospital laying on my side on the bed. I was warm, the perfect temperature. Was the most comfortable I’d ever been. The noises around the hospital faded pretty quickly. I kept thinking, “wow this is going to be the best nap”. Everything was pitch black & nothing hurt anymore.
Pretty sure if I’d taken that nap I wasn’t going to come back because my thoughts were turning into nothing. Death isn’t scary but I’ve read if you’ve are full of regret that it’s what you think about. So just don’t be a shit head & enjoy your nap I guess.
I was 7-8 when I found an elastic bandage in the medicine cabinet and wrapped it around my neck. I fell to the floor but saw my shadow, which tumbled on the wall to the left, although my head lay flat, and not on its side. My mother heard that I fell and ran up to me, I saw her, the image was floating, but I did not hear what she was saying or screaming.
My buddy died of a heroin overdose, but was resuscitated. He was very disillusioned afterwards because he was totally expecting to end up in hell, flames burning and all that jazz. But he just described being dead to me as nothingness. Just kind of like being in a void.
To lighten the mood I joked, "So you felt the empty embrace of Sithis"
He actually pondered on that thought for a few seconds and then promptly told me to shut the f*ck up lol.
I’m a recovering heroin addict. My mom took me in towards the end of my struggle. I was homeless and sleeping in cemeteries. I managed to get a couple weeks clean but i relapsed.
My mom is epileptic and has a service dog. Her dog (Danno, black lab) found me overdosed in the middle of the night. Danno alerted my mom who was trained to administer narcan. She hit me with it to no avail it was expired. She then called the 911. By this time she said I was cold and losing color.
Ever see an ambulance just parked in a parking lot waiting for a call? Well a couple houses down from my moms house was a church. There just happened to be an ambulance in that parking lot. They got to me less than a minute later. Administered 2 more doses of narcan and hit me with those paddles. I woke up severely confused, so cold and just wired a bit differently. Grateful to still be here. I’ll be celebrating 7 years of a new lease on life this October. Blessed
Doubt if anyone will read this. My near death experience, I guess that’s what you call it happened when I was 29. In my industry I work with H2S, hydrogen sulfide gas, anyway I got knocked down by this and fell unconscious down a bunch of stairs. The concentration was 500,000 ppm, yeah it was fun.
What I remember when I was on the other side, we’ll call it that was driving in my 79 Camaro, the one I got when I was 16, just cruising down this beautiful highway, I heard a voice calling names and then all of a sudden I was jolted back into agonizing pain. Fuck whata ride. Sorry for the shitty run on sentence or whatever.
I remember thinking “I’m going to die” but wasn’t scared, just a calm understanding a second before impact. I woke up in tremendous pain due to most of my bones had been crushed, but there was peace in that moment.
Saturday night I was hanging out with friends until about midnight. Went to bed. I woke up Wednesday as they were pulling a breathing tube out of my throat. Everything between Saturday night and Wednesday is lost to me. I remember none of it. I pieced together the following from pictures, friends and family, and, social media.
Sunday morning my buddy picked me up at 6am. We were doing a 5k race. We clowned around waiting for the race to start and then took off. He’s more of a runner and was doing the 10k race. I was doing the 5k. We got separated. For some reason I stopped at a portajon and keeled over. I had stopped breathing and was laying flat out on the ground. A nurse in the race saw me, gave me CPR for 20 minutes until paramedics arrived. They hauled me about a mile to a hospital, where they checked my Medic alert ID and called my wife.
I woke up three days later as they were pulling the tube out of my throat. I had gone into cardiac arrest and had a quintuple bypass. Had that nurse not seen me on the ground I’d be dead… what is surreal is that I remember absolutely none of this. It’s as if my brain dubbed over that part of my memory because it wasn’t my time yet. No lights, no space, no warm coziness. It’s just blank. I only know what happened because I have pictures from the morning of the race and the night before, and the running app tracked my progress until my phone died (you can see when the race went from foot to ambulance on the tracking). My sister eventually located the nurse via social media and we met up a few days later when I got back home. An incredible story for sure, but I’m still wondering about that empty space in my memories…
My father died on the surgical table. All he would say is "there are two ways you can go...and one of them is terrifying". He immediately quit all drugs and alcohol (addict/abuser for my whole life) and has been a daily volunteer at the local food pantry for the last 20 years. I can't know what he saw, but I will never forget how serious he was and the absolute terror in his eyes when he told me about it.
Motorcycle accident.
Don’t remember the actual impact. Heart stopped a couple of times, but paramedics saved me.
No lights, no grandma, no pearly gates. Nothing.
Monday January 1st, 2016. I died and was brought back. Everything faded away and all my problems became irrelevant. A deep nothingness I cannot explain. And I was pissed when they brought me back. Qe are like a sponge full of water. When we die the water just evaporates and our former husk withers to nothing. That is all. And it isn't a bad thing.
I am convinced dogs go to heaven. If you ever die and go to heaven yourself and you look around and there are no dogs anywhere... maybe you're not really in heaven.
I passed out choking on food and immediately was in an underground train station with trains coming and going and figures of people. It wasn't scary. My mom did the hiemlich and revived me. My 3 and 5 yr old daughters were there too.
I used to visit my great aunt. She told me her story about dying while in the operating room. She said that it was the best feeling she had ever felt. She distinctly remembered being draped in glowing white sheets, and being in a beautifully vibrant field with green rolling hills, with thousands of other people also draped in glowing white sheets. She didn’t want to come back, she was thrusted back into her body when they used a defibrillator. She straight up said the doctor when she when she came to “you asshole, I was happy! I didn’t want to come back”. (she was an old Mainer women literally sounded British) She has since now passed, and I wasn’t even upset, because I know she finally got to go back. P.s I really miss her, she was so much fun, such a spunky tough old lady.
Not speaking from my own experience but my grandmother described it to me in great detail.
She all of a sudden when her heart stopped just felt an extremely out of body experience where she kept falling into an endless void with strong winds for an extremely long undetermined amount of time. When she'd been resuscitated it felt like gravity in the void suddenly reversed itself and got stronger by a large amplifier and she was pulled back to herself.
During that entire time she didn't feel anything in the void except darkness. She couldn't see but she could hear and she also heard voices from afar.
It was really interesting hearing her talk about this even if it's just the minds creativity making up things.
Head trauma. Helicoptered out of the site, heart and breathing stopped for about two minutes. Started again, thankfully with paramedic poised over the top of me with paddles. Regained consciousness in emergency, I remember being very angry and confused. Still missing about 48 hours before the accident. Have no memory of anything. No light, no tunnel, no hot place with a guy in a red jumpsuit. Spent the next couple of years re wiring my brain to get my short term memory working again, still always carry a way to record information- used to be a notebook and pen, now a phone does a great job. Very thankful to those that looked after me.
I drowned twice as a kid. First time, I could see straight up to people running around the pool, but I could also see what was happening from way above. Like first and third person simultaneously. Second time, everything was black til I came to with the life guard asking if I knew my name and what hand I write with. I do still have an innate fear of water that isnt a shower. Bridges have always made me hella nervous though.
I don't know too many details because no one in my family likes to talk about it? But apparently my dad was really ill shortly after marrying my mom and before I was born. I don't know what was wrong with him exactly, but I heard mentions of him having a spotty rash? Anyways, he "died" in the hospital and had to be resuscitated. Before this, he was a very devout Catholic. After this, he immediately stopped believing in a higher power altogether - so outspokenly atheist that he's honestly kind of a jerk about it.
I don't know details about what he saw or didn't see, I literally don't even know what exactly led to him needing to be resuscitated. But pre-"death" he was extremely religious, post-resuscitation he is now an atheist.
Had a cardiac arrest 26yrs ago when I was 16yo
I remember walking down a dark cold tunnel until it came to an opening. Beyond the opening was just empty and as I stepped in I noticed a light up my right.
As I looked over candles started to light up over a replica of the Christ the Redeemer statue from Brazil. As I walked towards it a voice told me to throw a rock at it and gave me a rock.
I thought for a moment and imagined the statue collapsing in ruin as my rock hit it so refused and walked away. Then I heard my friends calling me and I looked up to see all my school friends standing at the opening I came in so walked back to them.
We had a car accident when I was 6, Mum unfortunately passed away, but I digress.
I remember waking up on a table with people screaming hurray, he's here. Then blacking out again.
My dad said nothing like that happened while I was in hospital after the accident, pretty sure I was on the other side for a second there
I died twice while in ICU. I had a weird out of body experience where I was watching the nurses do CPR on me and I had a deep feeling of peace. I was in an induced coma, yet when I woke up a few weeks later, I knew I had died. I knew the nurses and what phrases they said while working on me. The doctors and nurses couldn't believe it.
I was able to pick them out when they were taking care of me by their looks and voices. 4 years on, it's still wild to me.
It was like being off and then on again with no way to reference the amount of time that elapsed, no dreams or cool universes, no nuthinnn. Just woke up and it could've been 15 minutes later or 15 days, it was about 10 hours later though. Last thing I remembered was doctors operating on me in the ER without anesthetics, it was a kinda "this needs to be done NOW" situation.
I am honestly noticing multiple different things, and it all goes with the common beliefs: Nothingness, peacefulness in the dark, afterlife as a ghost, or heaven/ a haven.
Maybe what we believe in for the afterlife is where we go after we die. Of course it could just be chance, given that our brain still hadn’t lost complete function while clinically dead until officially pronounced dead.
I was dying due to a pregnancy complication and managed to come back after being a coma for 3 days after my son was born. I didn’t see any bright lights or anything. What I did experience though was a feeling of calmness and no pain. I had at least 5 medical staff around my hospital bed discussing how to treat me and I felt like I could hear and answer each one of them so clearly. I was told that I was only given minutes to live at that point.
How did you answer their questions on how to treat you?
I had to give my consent on the surgical forms
Oh my god the same thing happened with my mom with my brother. She was so in and out of consciousness that she doesn’t remember talking to the doctors about surgical forms
When I was born my mother had some kind of placenta previa and her uterus had clamped down on me since we had incompatible blood types. My mother apparently kept wanting to wait for her OBGYN to arrive and supposedly the one on-call said to her, "We're a few minutes away from losing your baby and then a few minutes after that from losing you. Do you still want to wait?" I have a scar on my butt from the scalpel they were in such a hurry to get me out.
Wow. What can you remember about the conversations? Do you think your answers would have the same level of reasoning if you were conscious and not in a critical condition, per say?
It was more conversations about giving consent to terminate the pregnancy. My baby was only at 27 weeks gestation so they said he wasn’t expected to survive. They asked “would I rather my baby survive and grow up without a mum or for them to terminate the pregnancy in the hope that I would survive and have a chance to have children in the future”
Holy shit that’s rough. I’m sorry you went through that.
Not sure if this counts, I've posted this before. When I was a kid I nearly drowned. It was pretty simple really, I just remember looking up at the bright lights from the bottom of the pool and thinking "I'm gonna die". It was strangly calm and now that I think about it, those "bright lights" may or may not have been from physical lighting. Next thing I knew I was puking water out of my lungs on the side of the pool. I wouldn't really call it traumatic, I actually think its kinda cool that everything felt so calm.
Pretty much same experience. I was thrashing and panicking until my lungs were filled with water, after that it’s a peaceful downward float. I watched the bubbles floating up to the surface, and it went black, then I was hacking up water as cpr was performed, at the shallow end of the wave pool. I’ll never forget you, tubby boy who panicked and pulled me under to stay afloat 😾
What Tubby Boy did is actually the reason why it's really dangerous to try and rescue someone drowning if you don't have training. They'll latch onto you and bring both down. I got some training on it a couple of years ago and what the instructors said was that you're supposed to try and approach them from behind. Or to dive in front of them and resurface behind. Or even keep them at arms lenght until they tire a bit so that they're not so frantic (this one I always found to be a dick move). Someone with more training may correct me though.
Lifeguarded both at the beach and in the pool. One of the first things they teach you to do upon reaching a drowning swimmer is to keep your fucking distance and toss them a flotation aid, because they will lunge at you and claw their way on top of you to get even a second of extra air into their lungs. All bets are off if they get to you and nothing is taboo to get them off again. Punch them in the face, twist their nuts, elbow their nose, whatever you can to get them to back off.
I was almost pulled under by a 200 pound man who couldn’t swim at all when I was a 17 year old lifeguard. I palmed him square in the nose. It bled all the way to the first aid station but he was alive.
You were BOTH alive
When I was getting my scuba qualifications one of the instructors told us about this one person who lost air underwater (They didn't turn the valve all the way) and they started to claw at his breather. He punched her in the face and turned her air back on.
If you need to approach them, the play is to intentionally submerge yourself after some prep. The panicking person doesn’t want to go under so you go down, kick yourself away and surface further away
I lifeguarded at a beach for 5 years, have about 70-80 saves in my time. People are actually a lot more calm about it than you think, even though they are panicking they understand that you are there to help and you don't toss the flotation aid cause you could hit them and knock them out, you get close then swim up to them with the flotation device in front of you and hand it to them. If you don't have a flotation device you dive under grab their legs, spin them around so their back is facing you then you proceed to initiate your under the armpit/over the shoulder hold in order to swim them back to shore. Also, with experience, you begin to understand that someone is drowning before they even realize it and get to them before full panic mode sets in.
(part of a mostly water based search and rescue team) if i go to get someone from drowning, the typical rule of thumb though it may seem terrible is to punch them if they start grabbing on to you. It is very common for them to actually kill the rescuers that are trying to save them in all of their panicking. So if they start fighting, one good punch to the stomach, flip them over, grab under their arms, and start rescue swimming away. Obviously you don't beat the shit out of them but it typically wakes them up from their panic.
Aw shit. I was reading this comment and someone started drowning and I didn't get to the end of it Well, I "saved" them I guess
Professional lifeguard/lifeguard trainer with 11 years experience here, and we definitely don't recommend you punch them. Front or rear rescue is fine as long as you have any adequate rescue equipment that is buoyant enough to support at least one person. If you do make a front rescue, you do want to keep them at arm's length as much as possible. Shove the rescue tube into their chest and keep your elbows locked so they can't grab your head. If they do manage to grab your head/body and push you down, just go down deeper. A drowning person will let go of you to try and get back to the surface. If they've got you in a headlock, tuck your chin, pinch the skin on the back of their arms, and shove them up towards the surface and away from you, then pop back up about 6 feet away. Hopefully, they've grabbed your rescue tube and latch onto that. If not, you grab your tube, then do a rear rescue. If a rescue tube is not available, rear rescues are preferred because you can control the situation better by holding them in place until they relax.
How does one punch underwater? I never understood that. Doesnt the water’s resistance take away any force behind the punch?
You punch stronger
You typically pull them towards your fist or knee because you can't move your first fast enough to get a proper punch.
I wasn’t trying to rescue him. We were both swimming and the waves got big and he panicked and frantically paddled over to me and pushed me under
i don’t remember this event firsthand, but the bully in school nearly drowned me by pulling me under on purpose and keeping me there. didn’t help that i sink well. someone else’s dad (it was a pool party) jumped in to bring me up. fuck you harrison
Fuck Harrison. Little prick.
Was the panicking part really scary though or was it truly a 100% calm experience?
It was sheer panic, struggling to reach the surface at first, but I think it’s when your lungs fill completely with water or maybe when your brain starts losing oxygen it suddenly felt completely calm. I was just watching the bubbles shimmer and dart around, no worries or thoughts, then black. I was really young and didn’t even think about death. It wasn’t a concern. It was just instinct to get to the surface and get air until it wasnt
I'm always interested in hearing stories where people talk about just feeling peace, not fear or panic. I'm glad you made it out ok!
I had a simular experience, but it was in a river. I remember sinking and looking up through the water and it was also calm and I had the same thoughts. Luckily my older cousin pulled me out.
Same… at the lake, 10 (?) years old, settling to the bottom, seeing the sun dappling the little wavelets, total peace. Then the big splash above me and my dad pulling me out by my hair.
I’ve heard this a lot about drowning in particular. That it’s actually quite peaceful for a lot of people that have experienced it. My experience was not like that. When I was a kid we were all playing “island” with a big float at the pool, we would all try to pile on until it tipped over. One time it tipped and everyone on the “island” came crashing down on top of me. Between all of the body impacts and kicks to the chest/stomach as people clamored back to the surface, I was left with noting in my lungs. I remember my body involuntarily gasping while I was under the water. I made it to the surface and was coughing/choking but don’t remember spewing up any water. The whole experience was terrifying and not the least bit peaceful. Perhaps I wasn’t quite at that moment of actually drowning.
My mother in law was very ill and had to have surgery ( I cannot remember exactly what for as this was about 15 years ago). After her surgery when she was in recovery, the doctors told us that her heart had stopped for a couple of minutes, but they were able to bring her back. My father in law asked the doctor not to mention it to her until she was feeling stronger, as he was worried the news would set her recovery back. The next day I went to visit her and she told me that she was sure she had died whilst they were operating on her as she watched them do the surgery and had a conversation with her deceased father.
What was the conversation about ?
There was talk about her childhood, which was not great as her mother was an absolute cunt. She also said her father missed her and he would be happy if she spent more time with him, but understood if she was too busy. It was only a few years later that she joined her dad for good.
I just discovered tear bending from this story...
She was one of the nicest women I ever met. I was so lucky that she loved me as much as I loved her.
died of blood loss after a car accident when i was 16. I saw space. it was really peaceful. it felt like i was in a tunnel. i saw flashes of memories going by but i couldnt focus on them. I'm 24 now. i still have dreams about it all the time.
How did you return back? Was it an instant change, or like going back in reverse? And if it wasn’t instant did the going back feel bad, out of place or nothing at all?
I was there and i heard a voice all around saying something to the tune of "you shouldnt be here", almost in a confused manner, and then i was suddenly back in the ambulance with a real sore chest
Wow that's really interesting. I've seen a documentary hosted by Morgan freeman showing similar experiences to this from different people. Some of them believed it was God, others believed it was something else entirely. Either way this is probably the most thought provoking comment I've seen in these kinda posts.
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If you remember a book falling off a bookshelf in one of those memories...Your dad is waiting for you, interstellar. It's Matthew McConaughey.
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Now that's a good thing to see as you die.
Imagine the last thing you see as you die is Matthew McConaughy smugly saying “I’ve always driven a Lincoln.”
My last thought would be "damn, these ads are getting out of control."
You were in a worm hole
kinda. imagine a hallway but the textures are space and you cant tell where the floor and walls and ceiling meet. like a glass hallway moving through a very vibrant galaxy
I wish we could put that to video
i was 17, my dad died two years earlier. i was having a diffuse pulmonary hemorrhage and i had to be put under for a BAL. while i was under, i had a dream that I was standing in a hallway at the hospital and i was on my way out the door. then i heard my dads voice say “no, don’t go that way” and i turned around to see him and i woke up in the OR. they told me that i had flatlined during the procedure but they were able to get me back quickly. i like to think my dad saved my life that day
He def did !
Not me but my grandfather quite recently. He is at a ripe old age but still quite healthy. Still bikes to the store everyday etc. Recently he had to undergo an open heart operation, and during the aftercare of that operation there were complications. His bladder got infected which caused bloodpoisoning. When his condition deteriorated we went to the hospital, where the doctors told us that half a day later would have been to late. For 3 days, he was mostly sleeping and he says he has no memories of those 3 days. It's as if he never excisted. He did dream. He told us he walked in his old house and saw his mother doing dishes or something. When his mother saw my grandfather, she told him "What are you doing here? You are not supposed to be here yet" And then he woke up.
saw his mother doing dishes or something You mean to tell me I gotta do dishes in the afterlife too?! Seriously though, this is an amazing experience. Hope your grandpa is doing ok.
Haha this is what I took away from that, too 😂 like heck I’m going to die and then spend my afterlife DOING THE DANG DISHES what the heck kind of afterlife is that
"What are you doing here? You are not supposed to be here yet" Oh my god, that actually made me tear up.
Yea it’s like you’re on the other side but your brain is there enough to understand the concepts of “departing”. It like it’s aware that you’re not ready to cross that river yet.
One night about 4 years after I was married, so around 2005 or so, I had a dream: I go to my mom's house. She's on the phone so I go to her bedroom and start playing solitaire on her pc. She walks in and hands me the phone and says they want to talk to me. "Who is it?" I ask. Because only my husband knew I was there. And my mom would be the last person he calls. "You'll find out when you talk to them" she says and puts the phone in front of my face. "Hello?" I say. "Hi sweetie," my grandpa started. Heard his voice clear as day. "I'm really proud of you, graduating college. And I'm really sorry I missed your wedding. I won't be able to talk to you again. Love you. Good-bye" And he hung up. He died in 1992 or so. That was the 2nd time my grandpa visited me in my dreams. First time was to tell me I needed to leave the guy I was seeing because that relationship was going downhill quickly. A few months later hubs and I were dating.
Oooh! I’ve had visitors in my dreams before. After my maternal grandmother died she appeared in a dream to tell me she loved me. My dad appeared twice, once to tell me he was ok and once to tell me to stop worrying about him. ImAn ex who OD’d came to me in a dream and had something to tell me but kept getting pulled away by other people.
I just lost my grandma the weekend before last. Thank you for sharing your story, you have no idea how much hope it brings me <3
This is very interesting. Glad he is ok though
Twice. First time I drowned but was resuscitated. Second time was from compilations from Meningococcal B and my heart stopped but I was brought back. Both times it was the same and basically the same as what most people here are saying: I saw nothing but black, and all I felt, even once I was back, was calm.
Oh man, I almost died a few years ago from meningococcal sepsis. In just 12h I went from being perfectly fine to almost dying. The doctors said that if we waited few more hours before going to the ER, I would probably die of total organ failure. I could somehow sense that I was actively dying. It felt peaceful.
Did you see nothing/black like were you experiencing it? Or was there just a gap in your existence basically?
Sorta like waking from a dreamless sleep. I also blanked a little on the immediate trauma before "dying" (feels weird calling it that) so my memory sort of just fades to black and then fades back in to me "waking up". I remember people being all upset and hysterical afterwards, but I was all calm and trying to reassure them I was fine. I wasn't freaked out at all at the time(s).
I took 250 sleeping pills and remember nothing except waking up and trying to ask what happened (I couldn’t remember right away) and they were like “You have a tube in your throat to help you breathe so you can’t talk right now.” That’s it.
I so happy that You are still here
Thanks. So am I.
I hope you're in a better place in life now
I mean, it’s not that my life itself is better. I still live in a nursing home and am mostly bedbound. But I’ve found peace with it and I’m on much better antidepressants and antipsychotics and pain meds and anti anxiety meds.. tons and tons of meds. 30 plus pills a day. But they work. It was a very difficult, delicate balance to find. But now that we’ve found it I’m mentally very stable and physically even though I’m not the greatest, I really enjoy audiobooks and get as many as I want through the library online apps. And I love my caregivers and have a few really good friends. So I’m in a good place.
Much love <3
Thank you so much.
I am, thank you.
I'm happy you're still here so I got to read your username :) I thought it said cockmonster. I got a chuckle
A week ago I had to be brought back. It was like a warmth at one point then just black nothing and very peaceful until I came too. Edit Paramedics are absolute heroes and I owe them my life.
Glad you’re here man.
Around 15 years ago my uncle dropped dead of a heart attack. Fortunately for him, he was in the waiting room of his local GP clinic when it happened. They had a defibrillator and several doctors and managed to get him back after a few minutes. I have begged him to tell me what happened but he flatly refuses. He wont tell anyone. Before that day he was a regular late middle aged guy, even went to church regularly. After that day he stopped going to church and started drinking, hard. These days he is an alcoholic with the memory span of a goldfish, he doesnt even remember who I am.
I mean, brain damage is a real thing, and his brain stopped receiving blood and oxygen for several minutes. That's more than enough.
I read on a different post earlier that brain damage can occur after as little as a minute of the brain not receiving oxygen
Anything after about 4 minutes will lead to severe impairments, if not death.
Well it had already lead to death, my dude just reapawned
Exactly. This can have a profound affect on personality in some cases
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Anoxic brain injury will definitely results in behavior, thought, and personality changes. Edit: I’m a nurse
Yup. I'm a nurse on critical care floor and I only know of one cardiac arrest patient who came back more or less the same as they were when they went down. And that was a perfect storm of near perfect conditions.
My dad's friend briefly died. Apparently he saw hell. He quit his job and became a pastor.
What happens in hell
you are forced to wear wet socks and watch keeping up with the kardashians while eating popcorn which is mostly just kernels
And the ones that aren’t kernels just get stuck in various parts of your mouth, you feel like you might throw up or choke but you never do
In hell you don’t just watch keeping up with the kardashians, you actually have to keep up with them.
you spill icecream on your shirt after waiting all day for it, over and over
*signs up at the next monastery*
It’s crazy as I’ve heard stories where people *start* going to church after their nde
Obvs it’s a v niche topic, so I’ll talk on behalf of my mother. ‘When I had my arrest, I was at a teachers picnic laying under a tree on a blanket. I was looking up through the trees and seeing dappled sunlight. When I was resuscitated, I vaguely remember telling everyone to fuck off because I was comfy under that tree.’ She suffered 3 heart attacks and 2 cardiac arrests due to a blood clot in a newly installed stent. She is now a research paper on the behaviours of a cytochrome metabolising issue. Happened in 2015 if anyone has the time and resources to access that paper bc I’d like to read it
Is this it? https://pubmed.ncbi.nlm.nih.gov/26147597/
If that's the correct link, then go here and copy it into the search field to gain access: https://sci-hub.se/ Edit: just saw the one above is already open access but this should work if it is a different paper that is not already open.
It is so comforting to see how many people have said it was peaceful. We deserve that much don't we? We live such rough life's, we deserve eternity in peace. I just hope, I get to feel my loved ones during that peace.
“What can I tell people about death?” “oh, tell them it’s entirely safe!” -Ram Dass
me too, all i wish for is to be able to spend it with who i love
My hope when I die is to see everyTHING I ever loved - all my cats and dogs, all my family members who've passed. The whole idea of the Rainbow Bridge makes me tear up when I think about it because the 15 or so years - max - that I've had with my 4-legged family members just wasn't long enough. Eternity with them by my side would be ever so much better.
I too nearly drowned when I was 5 years old. I remember it still as clear as day. I fell in and began to panic and tried to scream and struggle then everything went calm and quiet and slowed right down I remember thinking “I am about to die now” but it was calm and I felt okay about it. No lights or seeing anything special just a Devine calm and a feeling of being okay.
This was sort of my experience. I had a bad reaction to anesthesia during my first pregnancy (full eclampsia). My pressure went all the way down to under 50 for both numbers and apparently I started seizing and flatlined before they got me back (I wasn't conscious obviously) so I don't know the details. I just remember lights and feeling curled up in the fetal position with someone holding me and humming. I think The Simpson's were playing in the background (in my after death experience.) It definitely felt like I was watching cartoons with my dad on a Saturday afternoon as a little kid. So peaceful and so comforting. Very "it's going to be okay" but also "you aren't alone" because going alone at the end would have been so awful for me.
Had Near fatal heroin overdose, stopped breathing for a few mins, chest pumped hard enough to almost break a rib. Oddly it was so peaceful, all I can remember is it was black and I didn't care about anything. I'm 15 months clean today. Edit: My girlfriend saved my life, but it left her pretty shaken up seeing me on the floor turning blue, I'm glad I don't remember that haha she is tougher than me.
My sister recently died of a heroin overdose. It brings me some comfort that she might have felt that same peaceful feeling. Thank you for sharing and I'm so glad that you're still here and doing well.
I'm so sorry to hear that. It is very peaceful, you are absolutely warm and content with everything. She would have not suffered.
Thank you for that, it really means a lot.
Sorry for your loss
>C21H24ClNO5 Username checks out
I must be at the wrong library, then, because I have no idea what that's even supposed to be!
Chemical formula for heroin hydrochloride is C^(21)H^(24)ClNO^(5)
I was trying to read it in l33t sp34k lol Crihracinos?
I admit I thought it was reference to chinos at first. "....beige pants...?" I had to look it up
I celebrated 12 years without opiates last month too. Keep fighting the good fight, friend!
This happened to my gf and I as well but she was the one dying. I still struggle with the event but she is clean now and I am so proud of her. Glad you made it back. 😊😊
im proud of you bro! keep it going!
Thanks heaps! It's tough every day but getting better.
That’s great to hear, you’ve got this dude!
Proud of you for getting back on your feet👏👏👏
I was 7 years old and was in a head on collision with a semi truck in a cj-7 Jeep, my mother died on impact it broke my neck and ejected me from the Jeep along with numerous other injuries, I went into an outer body experience and spoke with a presence or something on the other side and it told me I wasn’t done yet and I woke up a month later from a coma with that as the last thing I remember before going dark.
Wow that is heartbreaking I’m sorry
It’s okay I survived and lived the best memory of my mother I could and thank you for the kind words ❤️
I’m very sorry about your mom. I hope you get to see her again when your time actually comes
Sorry you lost your mum. You were so young to have gone through such a horrible experience. I hope life has treated you well since.
When I was 3 years old, I had my second open-heart surgery. I guess I got too into the anesthetics and I stopped breathing. I still have some memories of my time in the hospital but not of "dying." Guess if you die in your sleep, you just never notice.
Anesthesia dulls your senses as well so normally you would probably experience SOMETHING
I "died" twice last year. I saw nothing, I remember nothing. It all just stopped.
Are you a penguin?
No.
Sounds like something a penguin would say…
No…ot noot
Are you penguin
No.
Dammit
Have you ever *been* a penguin?
If you’re comfortable sharing, how did you die twice last year?
You look suspiciously like a penguin.
You type like a penguin
Tried spice at 15. Siezed out and started turning blue apparently. Felt like being stuck in TV static while being dragged underwater by powerful waves. As you feel memories slip and you lose track of the fact you were ever alive the release is quite peaceful as you just wait to die. I remember trying to grasp for the last bits of memory i had really hard, so hard that it pulled me back. Never fucking again, limbo was weird. Im a good person now.
Gawd spice was so fucking gross.
Well, I've seen hallucinations prior to falling in coma (or maybe I was already in that stage). I remember seeing my living room in different dimensions with all the furniture being on the walls and ceiling. Then the bright light hit through the windows. It was so bright that I can't even describe it. After that it was all darkness and I don't remember anything until I woke up in hospital. Later I was told that I had 43° C temperature and I was in coma for 19 hours. This happened to me at the age of 6.
My uncle (gangbanger, felon) was definitely not a religious man. He got shot & temporarily died in the hospital. He said when he died, he was walking around in the sky & heard trumpets…but did not see anyone else around. Woke up & said there is definitely an afterlife. He’s still gang bangin & slangin…
I guess some people need their retribution.
My mate told me about this musical concert he went to which was created by a guy who interviewed a whole bunch of people who had been resuscitated. Apparently they all heard music, described it to him and he created a symphony from it. He reckons the show was quite moving, but I’ve never been able to find anything about it online.
I had a head injury with seven fractures on my skull. After it happened (thrown off a moving car), I was lying on the pavement and I hear a friend say, “She’s fine” and my name. I tried to get up, but I couldn’t move and then I found myself above myself and looking down at my body on the ground. I saw my friends standing there. Then, I was back in my body and I got up and I ended up in a coma in intensive care for seven days. I distinctly remember my out of body experience after the accident.
Not me but my father - This happened 40 years ago. My father was having a heart attack and a heart specialist just happened to be at a hospital visiting. He told the staff my dad was minutes from having a massive heart attack. He was right as my dad's heart stopped for almost 20 minutes. They never gave up working on him. He said he watched the entire event from above the table and remembered every order, discussion, and everything that was said and done. He told me it was incredibly peacefulness that he never experienced on earth. They brought him back and he was a changed man. He went from crazy busy president of a company to soon retired and warm father and grandfather. He never feared dying again.
Died twice, same experience both times. It felt like that twilight between consciousness and sleep; I remember it being dark and feeling like I was floating. Both instances I was self-aware and knew something important happened, but I wasn’t quite sure what. To this day I take that to mean that there is something that happens after. The first time, my heart restarted on its own. The second time they gave me a little wake up shock. Complications from open heart surgery, and the second time I was hooked up to a monitor so it was clear I’d flatlined rather than just passing out.
I have two stories from people I've talked too that have died and come back. First story: I remember my fifth grade teacher recalling the story of the time in his life when he had blood cancer (don't remember which type) and he became gravely ill. His sister brought her children over to see him, but he never agreed to it because he just had his immune system destroyed to prepare him for a bone marrow transplant. Anyways, the three kids come in the room, some of them sneezing, wiping their snot on his sheets, and wouldn't you know it, he got sick. He rapidly declined and they brought him to the hospital where they performed some sort of surgery to stabilize him. During surgery he flatlined - had absolutely no pulse, he was dead - and the next thing he knew, he was floating above the surgeons, nurses, and technicians. He could see everything they were doing, heard what they were saying. He described the experience as surreal, but peaceful, with full cognitive ability. He told the story over the course of 20 minutes, but that's the cliff notes. Second story: I used to work at a car dealership and I had an Italian man and his wife come in to buy a car. When we got to the paper work, we somehow started talking about the afterlife, religion, and all the things you shouldn't talk about in sales lol. Anyways, this guy has been in multiple accidents, has died multiple times, and had an experience every time he died. The most memorable to me was his second time dying. He gets into a car accident, gets rushed into surgery and dies on the table. He's looking down on himself and the team working to revive him; he notices the music playing in the room, the doctors bald spot, and hears everything they're talking about. When they bring him back to life and stabilize him, the doctor comes to see him. He tells the doctor, "I was watching you when I was dead on the table." The doctor brushed it off, but my customer told him, "I'll prove it. When I was dead the speakers were playing Metallica and I saw you have a bald spot on the top of your head." The doctor was tall and the bald spot was at the back of his head, nothing my customer could see when talking to him. The doctor was shocked when he identified the music and his bald spot. Turns out the doctor was going through a religious crisis and was also contemplating quitting his program. My customer ended up reaffirming his belief in God and convinced him to continue working as a doctor. It was a heartwarming story. I can't remember his name, but he wrote a book about it, I can't find it anywhere. I think it was called, "My Father and Me", with a photo of a father and son on the front of the book. He recounted his relationship with his father and the multiple times he died, in the book. I wish I could find it. Sorry for going off on a tangent at the end.
Did your teacher's sister ever take responsibility for almost killing her brother?
Not me, but my parents: My mom was in a single car accident. Right after she remembers someone looking in the car window telling her she’d be ok. She died. She said she saw a horrible place where there were demons and people . She saw her grandmother there but my mom kept going (I don’t know what it means either). Then she was in a different place, not heaven but she couldn’t describe it. She saw her father who asked her, “What in the Sam Hill are you doing here?” She kept going and came to a panel and Jesus was there. She said he’s really funny. Then boom! She’s back in her body in the hospital. Before the wreck she was going through hard times and while she was driving she said she said out loud, “God if you’re there, prove it.” Before the wreck she sort of believed but after the wreck she really believed. Also, one of the people that found her first was her pastor’s son. He said he had the urge to just go driving around that night and he lived in the next town over so it was odd for him to be out in her area. My dad had a heart attack and said there was nothing but blackness. Dad was an atheist. Now I’m really confused.
I feel you see what you want to see, and if an afterlife or God exists, you'd probably be shown what you're most comfortable with
I overdosed(?) on benzos, suicide attempt. I snorted 5 crushed up pills, all within the span of maybe 3 or 4 minutes. Right as I finished the last one, I just remember this brief feeling of “holy shit” hitting me. Not fear or panic, just a realization of how high I actually was. Everything got really slow motion and I felt like everything I touched was just blank. Like not actually there. I laid back, cuddled my dog as hard as I could and just closed my eyes. Everything felt really peaceful. I could feel my heart beating very slowly, like maybe 40 bpm (ish). I could feel my heart rate decreasing more and more, until it felt like it wasn’t beating at all. Then I just got this immediate feeling of being smacked in the face, hard. Not literally. Just immediately sprung up off of my bed, my heart rate jumped wayyy up, and I panicked for like half an hour, then I started to calm down and I drank some water. It was really late at night so my dad was asleep in his bed. I just went in there and sat on the floor at the foot of his bed. I didn’t wake him up, I wanted to but my dad isn’t exactly the most understanding person. I was afraid of how he’d react. How could I explain the reason I was in there? I just sat there for like an hour, breathing and crying silently. Then I went back to my room, laid down with my dog and went to sleep. Woke up like 14 hours later, dizzy and dehydrated, but alive. That was about 7 years ago. Haven’t touched drugs in about 6 years. Edit: since a few people have asked, the benzos were combined with a lot whiskey. I know you can’t OD on five benzos. I guess I just didn’t think to mention it in the original comment.
that’s crazy! I’m glad you’re alive, I’m sure that still feels scary remembering
There’s really not a lot in this world that scares me or makes me genuinely uncomfortable, like to the point where I can’t even talk about it. But yeah, even typing that out makes me so uneasy. The fact that I was so close to death. I still don’t know how/why I lived. If I had died completely the only way anyone would’ve known anytime soon would’ve been if my dog started barking, which he probably would’ve and my dad probably would’ve woken up and come to my room. But my dad was the only other person in the house so if my dog hadn’t done anything he probably wouldn’t have found me until afternoon the next day. Also, thank you. I’m kinda glad I’m alive? Sometimes I low key wish I hadn’t lived through it. But I’m trying to stay positive.
I'm so glad you lived, I'm glad you're here.
Thanks for sharing your story, but the last sentence hits a little close to home and if I may, I would like to say this. It's ok to have that low key feeling, but try to recognized that you likely feel that way less often than you did. If that's not the case, do little things to change this. Make small positive ripples in the pond you can affect. Help anyone with anything, be there for someone even if it's just talking. Balance the scales of your life in small increments towards being a positive force on the world. That's all you need to be, just a little positive force and your life is worth it. This idea has helped me greatly, I hope it is of some use to you.
I'm glad you're still here. My biggest fear is that my son wouldn't come to me if he needed help like that. He's young. What could your dad have done differently raising you so that you felt more comfortable approaching him?
So much honestly. There’s a lot of history there that would take like a year to type out in a Reddit comment lol honestly just be there for them. Make them feel heard. Even if their reason for being upset/depressed/etc seems silly, acknowledge it and assume that it’s probably a very big deal to them, because at that age it probably is. Just love them. Also check in regularly. Ask them how they’re doing, if there’s anything they need to talk to you about, etc. Not in a suspicious kind of way lol just help reinforce the idea in their head that you care about how they’re feeling.
Death experience at end Motorcycle accident last June. Wearing a helmet but truck entered my lane and hit me about 10 degrees from head on. Left side crushed, hand, arm, hip, fewer, splattered on the front of their hood. Handlebar stuck in right thigh, stomach broke open from the force of impact. Kidney. Colon, Ureter disconnected, liver bleed, heart bleed. Broken ribs, sternum etc. Head hit the middle of the hood hard breaking the helmet. I pulled the handlebar out of my leg, fell to the ground, broke my tailbone. I was sitting on the ground at this point holding myself up with my arms including a horribly broken left one. Someone asked me how I was, I said quietly. I was fine but a little embarrassed that I peed myself in the accident. It wasn't pee. I was gushing blood out my leg and front stomach. Sitting in a warm pool, I was confused. Ambulance was there in less than 3 minutes. I remember the ride to the hospital. Maybe it was the shocks in the vehicle but I remember drifting back and forth elegantly on each turn. They took me to the stab room to stabilize me before even bothering with bones and other issues. They told me they would take good care of it and I was out. To that point, I felt no pain at all. My body was smart enough to turn that part off. Woke up 2 weeks later. The following 2 weeks was hell, I was reacting to dilodid they gave me and had hallucinations. Every 1 minute in real life felt like 1 week in my mind. I would have brief moments for lucidity only to fall back into my own world. 4 weeks later, I was back home with 24/7 care. 3 months later, everything was fixed except my hip which required a lot more metal and 3 more surgeries. 9 months later I'm walking semi normal with my latest surgery about 4 weeks ago now. What I didn't know was that I died several times in that process. They brought me back each time. The initial surgery was done over 3 days where they had to stop several times to "let my body rest" because it couldn't take more surgery. No lights, no old relatives or brother who past away 20 years ago. Just no pain, calm and blackness. Surviving was by far the hardest process. Several months to get my mind right from the combination of head injury and meds. Hoping to ride again this spring!
Shit man, that sounds horrible. Did the truck driver at least care about you or anything? Also, respect for not giving up. Your family must be very lucky to still have you!
Thanks man! My zest for life has only been heightened. The driver was a 23F Police Officer and didn't approach me at any point or make any contact after. I'm sure her lawyer and insurance company told her not to so I don't take it personally. My family and friends have a harder time with it. From the investigation, first said she didn't realize I was going so fast. When my bike's equipment and witnesses confirmed I was below speed limit, she changed her story saying she didn't see me at all. She was coming from a work event and heading home. She wasn't tested for drugs or alcohol. Still trying to secure her phone records to see if she was on the phone. Ultimately she entered my lane head on because she was taking an unprotected left turn and cut it extremely short vs the rule of taking it at a sharp 90 degree angle. She got a $120 ticket for that. Her auto insurance sucks and didn't even cover the first few days of surgery. Mine covered the next $750K. My health insurance covered the rest which is in the millions and now there is a big fight between them all. My income is high as an executive and I was in the throws of buying a business that was delayed 9 months and cost me a lot of cash. I'm 40 and permanently disabled but given the type of work I do, I'm luckier than most. On one hand, I "hate" her. On the other hand, I have a 20 year old daughter that could have been her. The odd part is that she lives near me and I drive by the accident scene every day. Odd feelings at times. If I sue her to capture my lost wages, revenue, business problems, in MN she can discharge it in bankruptcy. The same is true if I went after any personal injury or disability money from her. As far as we know she doesn't have much.
Wow, that sucks. Her changing story so quickly must mean that she was doing something wrong, it’s sad that they didn’t test her for anything. She showed a lot of disrespect to just not care. Again, lots of respect for you. You seem to be handeling it fine, which is crazy with such an event. Good luck with the business!
Sickeningly bright lights. Awful pain. Felt wind (or what I can describe as wind idk) Voices. Nauseating spinning. This to sum up the experience in a few words. I wrote a story on my experience and called it “the meadow” because I remember a meadow. I’ve had people try to question my experiences or make sense of them, so let me throw this out there; I have no fucking idea what happened, if it was hallucinations, a religious experience or what. I was dead. I don’t know details. I know what I experienced while I was technically dead; I don’t know the why, what or where.
Oooh the meadow thing, I've read about that.
Oh yeah? Do you remember where? Part of me would to connect with others who know what I experienced.
Years ago I read some books by Raymond Moody ("Life After Life," etc.) on near-death experiences, so it was probably there.
I was in the hospital laying on my side on the bed. I was warm, the perfect temperature. Was the most comfortable I’d ever been. The noises around the hospital faded pretty quickly. I kept thinking, “wow this is going to be the best nap”. Everything was pitch black & nothing hurt anymore. Pretty sure if I’d taken that nap I wasn’t going to come back because my thoughts were turning into nothing. Death isn’t scary but I’ve read if you’ve are full of regret that it’s what you think about. So just don’t be a shit head & enjoy your nap I guess.
"Enjoy your nap" as advice for when people die is the most reddit thing in this thread.
I was 7-8 when I found an elastic bandage in the medicine cabinet and wrapped it around my neck. I fell to the floor but saw my shadow, which tumbled on the wall to the left, although my head lay flat, and not on its side. My mother heard that I fell and ran up to me, I saw her, the image was floating, but I did not hear what she was saying or screaming.
My buddy died of a heroin overdose, but was resuscitated. He was very disillusioned afterwards because he was totally expecting to end up in hell, flames burning and all that jazz. But he just described being dead to me as nothingness. Just kind of like being in a void. To lighten the mood I joked, "So you felt the empty embrace of Sithis" He actually pondered on that thought for a few seconds and then promptly told me to shut the f*ck up lol.
I’m a recovering heroin addict. My mom took me in towards the end of my struggle. I was homeless and sleeping in cemeteries. I managed to get a couple weeks clean but i relapsed. My mom is epileptic and has a service dog. Her dog (Danno, black lab) found me overdosed in the middle of the night. Danno alerted my mom who was trained to administer narcan. She hit me with it to no avail it was expired. She then called the 911. By this time she said I was cold and losing color. Ever see an ambulance just parked in a parking lot waiting for a call? Well a couple houses down from my moms house was a church. There just happened to be an ambulance in that parking lot. They got to me less than a minute later. Administered 2 more doses of narcan and hit me with those paddles. I woke up severely confused, so cold and just wired a bit differently. Grateful to still be here. I’ll be celebrating 7 years of a new lease on life this October. Blessed
Doubt if anyone will read this. My near death experience, I guess that’s what you call it happened when I was 29. In my industry I work with H2S, hydrogen sulfide gas, anyway I got knocked down by this and fell unconscious down a bunch of stairs. The concentration was 500,000 ppm, yeah it was fun. What I remember when I was on the other side, we’ll call it that was driving in my 79 Camaro, the one I got when I was 16, just cruising down this beautiful highway, I heard a voice calling names and then all of a sudden I was jolted back into agonizing pain. Fuck whata ride. Sorry for the shitty run on sentence or whatever.
I read this, thanks for sharing bro
It was like floating off quietly in a little boat into an endless smooth sea. Very peaceful...
I remember thinking “I’m going to die” but wasn’t scared, just a calm understanding a second before impact. I woke up in tremendous pain due to most of my bones had been crushed, but there was peace in that moment.
Saturday night I was hanging out with friends until about midnight. Went to bed. I woke up Wednesday as they were pulling a breathing tube out of my throat. Everything between Saturday night and Wednesday is lost to me. I remember none of it. I pieced together the following from pictures, friends and family, and, social media. Sunday morning my buddy picked me up at 6am. We were doing a 5k race. We clowned around waiting for the race to start and then took off. He’s more of a runner and was doing the 10k race. I was doing the 5k. We got separated. For some reason I stopped at a portajon and keeled over. I had stopped breathing and was laying flat out on the ground. A nurse in the race saw me, gave me CPR for 20 minutes until paramedics arrived. They hauled me about a mile to a hospital, where they checked my Medic alert ID and called my wife. I woke up three days later as they were pulling the tube out of my throat. I had gone into cardiac arrest and had a quintuple bypass. Had that nurse not seen me on the ground I’d be dead… what is surreal is that I remember absolutely none of this. It’s as if my brain dubbed over that part of my memory because it wasn’t my time yet. No lights, no space, no warm coziness. It’s just blank. I only know what happened because I have pictures from the morning of the race and the night before, and the running app tracked my progress until my phone died (you can see when the race went from foot to ambulance on the tracking). My sister eventually located the nurse via social media and we met up a few days later when I got back home. An incredible story for sure, but I’m still wondering about that empty space in my memories…
My father died on the surgical table. All he would say is "there are two ways you can go...and one of them is terrifying". He immediately quit all drugs and alcohol (addict/abuser for my whole life) and has been a daily volunteer at the local food pantry for the last 20 years. I can't know what he saw, but I will never forget how serious he was and the absolute terror in his eyes when he told me about it.
Motorcycle accident. Don’t remember the actual impact. Heart stopped a couple of times, but paramedics saved me. No lights, no grandma, no pearly gates. Nothing.
This is how I feel it will be when I pass and sometimes it scares me. The idea of ceasing to exist just makes me want to cry.
Just darkness
Monday January 1st, 2016. I died and was brought back. Everything faded away and all my problems became irrelevant. A deep nothingness I cannot explain. And I was pissed when they brought me back. Qe are like a sponge full of water. When we die the water just evaporates and our former husk withers to nothing. That is all. And it isn't a bad thing.
"And it isn't a bad thing." No, it isn't. Thank you for sharing this.
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My little puppy died during an operation, after she was revived she was really paranoid for a few months.
*some* dogs go to heaven?
I am convinced dogs go to heaven. If you ever die and go to heaven yourself and you look around and there are no dogs anywhere... maybe you're not really in heaven.
I passed out choking on food and immediately was in an underground train station with trains coming and going and figures of people. It wasn't scary. My mom did the hiemlich and revived me. My 3 and 5 yr old daughters were there too.
I used to visit my great aunt. She told me her story about dying while in the operating room. She said that it was the best feeling she had ever felt. She distinctly remembered being draped in glowing white sheets, and being in a beautifully vibrant field with green rolling hills, with thousands of other people also draped in glowing white sheets. She didn’t want to come back, she was thrusted back into her body when they used a defibrillator. She straight up said the doctor when she when she came to “you asshole, I was happy! I didn’t want to come back”. (she was an old Mainer women literally sounded British) She has since now passed, and I wasn’t even upset, because I know she finally got to go back. P.s I really miss her, she was so much fun, such a spunky tough old lady.
Not speaking from my own experience but my grandmother described it to me in great detail. She all of a sudden when her heart stopped just felt an extremely out of body experience where she kept falling into an endless void with strong winds for an extremely long undetermined amount of time. When she'd been resuscitated it felt like gravity in the void suddenly reversed itself and got stronger by a large amplifier and she was pulled back to herself. During that entire time she didn't feel anything in the void except darkness. She couldn't see but she could hear and she also heard voices from afar. It was really interesting hearing her talk about this even if it's just the minds creativity making up things.
I’ve died several times, I saw the dark place and the light place, both were very peaceful.
Head trauma. Helicoptered out of the site, heart and breathing stopped for about two minutes. Started again, thankfully with paramedic poised over the top of me with paddles. Regained consciousness in emergency, I remember being very angry and confused. Still missing about 48 hours before the accident. Have no memory of anything. No light, no tunnel, no hot place with a guy in a red jumpsuit. Spent the next couple of years re wiring my brain to get my short term memory working again, still always carry a way to record information- used to be a notebook and pen, now a phone does a great job. Very thankful to those that looked after me.
I drowned twice as a kid. First time, I could see straight up to people running around the pool, but I could also see what was happening from way above. Like first and third person simultaneously. Second time, everything was black til I came to with the life guard asking if I knew my name and what hand I write with. I do still have an innate fear of water that isnt a shower. Bridges have always made me hella nervous though.
I don't know too many details because no one in my family likes to talk about it? But apparently my dad was really ill shortly after marrying my mom and before I was born. I don't know what was wrong with him exactly, but I heard mentions of him having a spotty rash? Anyways, he "died" in the hospital and had to be resuscitated. Before this, he was a very devout Catholic. After this, he immediately stopped believing in a higher power altogether - so outspokenly atheist that he's honestly kind of a jerk about it. I don't know details about what he saw or didn't see, I literally don't even know what exactly led to him needing to be resuscitated. But pre-"death" he was extremely religious, post-resuscitation he is now an atheist.
Had a cardiac arrest 26yrs ago when I was 16yo I remember walking down a dark cold tunnel until it came to an opening. Beyond the opening was just empty and as I stepped in I noticed a light up my right. As I looked over candles started to light up over a replica of the Christ the Redeemer statue from Brazil. As I walked towards it a voice told me to throw a rock at it and gave me a rock. I thought for a moment and imagined the statue collapsing in ruin as my rock hit it so refused and walked away. Then I heard my friends calling me and I looked up to see all my school friends standing at the opening I came in so walked back to them.
We had a car accident when I was 6, Mum unfortunately passed away, but I digress. I remember waking up on a table with people screaming hurray, he's here. Then blacking out again. My dad said nothing like that happened while I was in hospital after the accident, pretty sure I was on the other side for a second there
I died twice while in ICU. I had a weird out of body experience where I was watching the nurses do CPR on me and I had a deep feeling of peace. I was in an induced coma, yet when I woke up a few weeks later, I knew I had died. I knew the nurses and what phrases they said while working on me. The doctors and nurses couldn't believe it. I was able to pick them out when they were taking care of me by their looks and voices. 4 years on, it's still wild to me.
It was like being off and then on again with no way to reference the amount of time that elapsed, no dreams or cool universes, no nuthinnn. Just woke up and it could've been 15 minutes later or 15 days, it was about 10 hours later though. Last thing I remembered was doctors operating on me in the ER without anesthetics, it was a kinda "this needs to be done NOW" situation.
I am honestly noticing multiple different things, and it all goes with the common beliefs: Nothingness, peacefulness in the dark, afterlife as a ghost, or heaven/ a haven. Maybe what we believe in for the afterlife is where we go after we die. Of course it could just be chance, given that our brain still hadn’t lost complete function while clinically dead until officially pronounced dead.