I Could See My Body

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Everything started in 2002. It was a hard year for me. I was in total depression and had been hospitalized. At that time I was on medication taking a pill for everything. One day I ran out of medication and asked a friend if she could give me some of hers and she did.

The night I had the NDE, I had more than one pill to go to bed. I was trying to fall asleep in my bed. I already started to feel the medication taking effect on me. At some point something went wrong. I started to feel this horrible sensation that I didn't want to fall asleep and I was fighting it. I had the feeling that if I fell asleep that I was going to die. I must have overdosed and died because it was too much of a deep sleep, like nothing that I had ever felt before in my life; it was terrible.

The only thing that I remember is that I felt like I was coming out of my body. I was trying to sit up because I could see my body in the bed and all I felt was fear. I looked toward the foot of the bed and saw this evil looking image that was trying to pull me out of my body. I didn't want to go with him. I must have died that night at some point and came back because I woke up gasping for air and felt cold and numb. I couldn't talk or move. Since that day I have a totally different way of seeing death. It's not anything like I have heard about, a shiny light and peace. My NDE was terrifying, I'll never forget that night.

Last Updated ( Saturday, 25 August 2007 15:42 )

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