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At the age of 15, my stepfather moved our family to a new state far from the friends, life, and boyfriend I loved. I hated our new city, and my parents’ ever-increasing fighting was tearing apart the family. I was an angry isolated teenager with no friends and poor coping skills. My family was Christian, but I remained agnostic because I figured if God existed, he must be either punitive or indifferent to allow so much misery to happen in the world. I wanted nothing to do with him.
I was in rehab in California for my mental health issues. I had issues regulating my emotions and a hospital in Wyoming recommended me to a treatment center in California. I got really depressed there and I went into the staff room, and the black tool cabinet they had in the garage where they kept all the meds happened to be unlocked that day. I went in and grabbed a knife to try to kill myself. That didn't work so I took a whole bottle of my own Tegretol. I called the police because I regretted it and it really was just a cry for help. I didn't really want to die.
I'm so happy to finally tell a researcher this story. It took over a year to make sense of it. About a year afterwards, I burst into tears exclaiming, "I had to have been dead to meet up with Jesus!" It hadn't occurred to me I had died.
I'm almost 60 now and my NDE happened when I was about 10 at summer camp. This was the only year my little sister and I went to camp. She is 3 years younger than me.
The camp was a western-themed camp in our home state of California. We had a great time riding horses and exploring. The day of my NDE, all the camp kids and adults went to the Russian River for canoe rides.
I was ten, headed home from school with my friend, Todd (not real name). Todd had a bungee cord. He looped one end tight to the inside of the handle of his bike, and he began swinging it while we were riding. We laughed, until he swung and managed to loop under his glasses, and hit himself in the eye. He lost control of his bike and fell over. I hadn't reacted, ran over his legs, and fell off the bike looking at the street light ahead of me.
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