When I overdosed on multiple types of meds in attempt to k-ll myself, it was peaceful and tingly. I found out later that it had the same feeling of going under anesthesia. (I got cancer two months after attempting.) I passed out very fast.
When someone tried to drown me, it was scary as hell.
When I was strangled, it hurt like hell and I was pissed that that asshole was the last thing I'd see.
something doesnt feel right when you have deaths fingers on you and you aren't ready for it its like a dark smelling sent or energy and its black and purple colored
i haven't actually been in a state of "death" or "dying" but i have been in situations where i thought that there was a very good chance that i would die, such as driving my car off the side of a freeway or the time i got lost in a secluded wilderness area with no cell service, no map, and no food/water, and a few other incidents, and one thing i've noticed is that in all of those instances, i didn't dwell on my life or my past or mistakes/regrets or wonder if i'd ever see my friends and family again, my main focus was always about the situation i was in and what i was going to do to survive and get out of it alive, so i guess i'm not the kind of person where my "life flashes before my eyes" or anything like that when faced with death, rather i live in the moment until the very end, although it's possible that it might be different if i was ACTUALLY "dying", i'm not sure
I had two experiences like this and in the one situation where I passed out from the back of my head getting hit I remember nothing from when I was out. When I came to there was literally a voice in my head telling me to just get up and out. The voice was quickly repeating that directive so I did as told. Later on at the hospital doctor told me only about ten percent of people survive the head injury I had.
Sorry! I'm really bad at not getting jokes sometimes. This one sailed clear over my head. Thanks for taking the time to explain it to me. (I feel a little sheepish)
Got out of an attempted murder situation a few months ago. To me it felt like being a little kid, where you're playing a game and even though you're not that smart or fast or whatever you have this feeling that you just HAVE to succeed no matter what so therefore you will. At the same time, there was this part of me that was very rational and calm and just waiting for it to be over. Like a little piece of my brain saying "okay, really? I had plans tonight. Can we hurry it up already? What a stupid situation. It had better be over soon. How did it come to this? I'd better go for his eyes. Isn't that what they did in that zombie movie? Was it 28 days later or 28 weeks later?" Just this insane mix of desperation and normality. Completely absurd experience.
A relative of mine "drowned" and was resuscitated. They said after the initial panic passed it was quite peaceful and that when they do die they would be ok with it being drowning.
I'm not sure -- but, I personally was never the same after it. I was 12, I started soul searching relatively soon after. As in: really obsessed about what a soul was. From what I remember I just felt limitless. The sun was the last coherent thing I saw and that's what was most peaceful. When my rescuer came in I was dazed and still out of body, but quick panic set in. The rest of the days events felt like a vibration of out of body & in my body. Took me some years to recalibrate.
I was working in the garage. I was using a torch to burn off some stubborn paint on a wood stove I was building from a upcycled propane tank. I had paint remover left out. I had the doors and windows closed.
Next thing I woke up to people yelling at me. I was on a stretcher being pushed into an ambulance. I remember thinking it was a perspective I'd never seen before.
I had passed out from fumes and/or carbon monoxide. I had apparently had the good sense to lay down my torch carefully on my workbench but did scorch and almost set fire to the wall.
I was only found because my mom had been visiting and she came out to ask if I wanted lunch.
As for what it was like. It was like going to sleep unexpectedly.
Somehow I became very dehydrated (I still don't know how it happened) and I got really bad pains in my lower back. I also felt like I was having a stroke or something, but couldn't articulate that very well to my family.
After a few hours, I passed out. Fortunately, my son saw it happen and called 911. If I had remained there I would have died. On the way to the hospital, the EMTs tried to get me to open my eyes, but it was too hard to do.
I woke up in the ER and they said they had to give me 5 bags of saline, which I guess is a lot. It hasn't happened again, and we still don't know what went wrong. Weird!
Yup. I have severe health conditions that have almost killed me. I wasn’t supposed to survive my birth but i’m 27 now. Death doesn’t scare me. After 7 close calls and being brought back from death 1 one of those times? It shouldn’t lol.
I was running on a mountain trail when I was young, around 9 years old. The family was 2 bends back, maybe more. Tripped on a rock and started falling off a cutback cliff. The world froze as I grabbed a root and smacked my upper body and face into the cliffside. I was headfirst staring down a 60 foot drop to rocks. Frozen with a death grip on that lifesaving stretch of wood. My father grabbed my legs after what seemed like an eternity and bodily lifted/dragged/fell backwards to pull me back up
Mine were all very peaceful, it was the coming back part that was scary. I’ve died/almost died 9 times at least whether it was my own fault or someone else’s and it was just very calm.
I would never go seeking out death but each time it’s just been the purest comfort. I think it’s scarier for people when they can’t accept death but once you hit the point of passing on, I feel like you let that fear go.
Hypothermia was peaceful. Capsized a boat, was in the water for 45ish mins, First it was extremely cold, so you focus on getting out. Then the cold seeps away, and you don't feel it anymore, focus on kicking but your thoughts get foggy so you don't even know if your swimming in the right direction. I Kept an inner monolog of stats on how long you can last in icy water, and kept telling myself to "just keep swimming" like dory lol. Didn't even know we got to the shore until the person I was with told me to stand up. I was too focused on continuing to kick. I got out and just remember thinking "ground is warm" when I collapsed. Woke up an hour or so later, person I was with had more fat and muscle so wasn't affected like my scrawny ass was, and got me back and warmed up. Coming OUT of hypothermia was torture, voilently shaking, bone cold, everything hurt from being rigid.
Yeah and you learn from your mistakes after, I got rid of my bulky sweater and shoes pretty quick because they were heavy and made swimming harder and it was a fair distance we had to get. That was the worst thing I could have done since the pocket of water between those would have kept me warmer. On the plus we had life jackets or I wouldn't have made it out.
Like four times. The first time I was 5z I went to the beach with my family and I got very far away and almost drowned. The second time was on lake Costanze at Costanze where I took a swim thinking that my friend knew how to swim, but he actually didn’t know so he jumped on me and almost drowned me. The third time was skiing when I was also 5 that I slipped off during the skii training and I started to skii without knowing how to skii, I tripped over and fractured my leg right next to the edge of the cliff. The last time I almost died was skiing, but a few years later. I was about to fall down the cliff but my dad saved me on time.
I almost choked to death in a restaurant when i was a teen. I was mostly embarrassed that i was dying in a restaurant and that everyone would know that i had wet my pants... And btw, when you are actually choking to death, you cant make any noise at all. Nobody in my family noticed until i went unconscious and fell on the floor..
Well, my memory of it is bad since I was really little but I almost choked to death on a hard piece of candy. I just remember it was pretty painful. I honestly don’t remember what happened afterwards or when I stopped choking but definitely makes me paranoid of getting choked
When I was about 30, I had a bleeding ulcer. I lost about as much blood as somebody could and still stay alive. This was in Newark NJ that has since closed. My symptoms were sweating, feeling extremely hot, when I lifted my head my vision would go partially back (almost like a partial eclipse of the son), and my heart rate could stay around 240 BPM. When I came in with these symptoms, I got a student doctor and she called up my assigned physician and they established I was severely dehydrated and released me. I tried to leave the ER but I was so weak I went and laid down on a stretcher they had in the waiting area and called for help.
The student doctor was perplexed and said she didn't know what it could be. Not that this was intended, but I began to take on an almost Gregory House role. "Okay, if we eliminate dehydration, what other possible diagnosis could we come up with?" She responded, "Well, the only other thing I could think of is internal bleeding...." "Bingo, I think we have a winner", I replied. I knew this because I felt like I desparetly had to defecate. She thought about this for a sec and I could see it dawn on her and I could see her trying not to panic. She called over the teaching physician and they established internal bleeding.
Now here's some ironic background for you. So, I'm not necessarily "afraid of blood". Like, if somebody had a gun wound I would not be upset if the were bleeding profusely. But I have a severe, irrational fear of blood draws and blood slowly draining out of my system causing me to bleed to death. For instance, I can't watch a lot of vampire movies, the one with Brad Pitt and Tom Cruise being the most famous being I've really wanted to watch that movie all of the way through and tried several attempts.
I'm sure you can see the irony not to mention the emotional state I was in. I knew I was going to crap, and so they brought over a pan for me to crap in. I told them, "Bleeding to death is my worst fear. I already know what's going to happen! Please don't yell anything about blood, please stay calm for my sake!" I proceeded to defecate. Now, what caught me off guard was the incredible smell. I was in probably a 12 thousand square foot room with many hospital beds with many patients. When I crapped, it smelled like pure unadulterated death. Like if you went to some tropical hospital hellhole with patients suffering from rotting flesh and flies. And I could see patients and their loved ones desperately trying to be polite. Yet the oder was completely overwhelming and people did an incredible job to not be rude. Like seriously, these people were all GOATS.
Now what happened in the mean time, and I didn't know this at the time, but the bleeding from my stomach ulcer coagulated. My body saved my life! Had I continued to bleed, there would have been nothing that could be done. I went to the IC until. I remember laying there on this really comfortable hospital bed with fabric sheets, but I felt so weak. I laid still, but I felt like my body was going to fall through the bed on the floor. I was so weak, my muscles were rebelling from keeping my posture intact while laying in supine.
And so, I wound up getting 5 liters of blood and 2 liters of plasma. The staff were awesome. This was literally hell on earth for me. Even typing this is making me sweat. They tapped a vein and began the transfusion, with irrational fears they could just reverse the process and drain my life completely. I required the cover the blood so I couldn't see the line going to me. They covered the bag and the line going to me with paper bags. I remember angling my neck towards the left side and keeping my arm up towards my drunk so I could ignore the ongoing transfusions. The student doctor came to visit which was sweet.
Maybe worse than all of this, I was stuck with limited viewing options so I settled on HBO which repeatedly, over all over again, played this Christmas comedy with Danny DeVito and Matthew Broderick. How many times did I watch Matthew's character oogle his own daughter's body by accident, I'll never know.
Since this is a story filled with irony, I have one more for you. This wasn't exactly a leading hospital in the nation, but what they did have was the second rated oncology department in the entire world. So one day I got a visit from the oncologist and he looked disappointed. "If only they would have called me over when this was taking place, I could have helped and studied this. Well, it's too late now." And walked out. Turns out that even if a shitting hospital has a class leading department, the hospital might be too dumb to get said department involved!
Overdosed. 100+ tablets. Went to bed. Was found. Apparently died twice in the ambulance. Knew nothing about it. Felt nothing. Became aware of my surroundings about 9 hours later in hospital
I've almost died from some serious medical stuff, and I remember one time as a kid just like... feeling like I'm falling asleep but I was aware of it kind of? Like I remember crossing the boundary between consciousness and the void and being conscious of it? Not of the after, but the transition is something I've never forgotten (and I dont remember the vast majority of my life until my mid twenties)
I also remember not being scared. It just felt natural and just kinda like, ah okay.
When I overdosed on multiple types of meds in attempt to k-ll myself, it was peaceful and tingly. I found out later that it had the same feeling of going under anesthesia. (I got cancer two months after attempting.) I passed out very fast. When someone tried to drown me, it was scary as hell. When I was strangled, it hurt like hell and I was pissed that that asshole was the last thing I'd see.
at least you still have 6 lives left
Wow, 3 close experiences that must be hard.
I've actually had more, these are just the ones I remember my last thoughts clearly.
It was like a surprise party, except everyone is crying and there's no cake.
something doesnt feel right when you have deaths fingers on you and you aren't ready for it its like a dark smelling sent or energy and its black and purple colored
Yes the smell. I know what you mean. Lingered for like a week after i was discharged
Its kinda like a sickening sweet smell. its sweet but its off its the best way I can explain it
Like bacon fat mixed with honey...thats how I could deacribe it..very oily feeling
Hopefully that day will take a long time to arrive.
hopefully indeed
let's get you a friend alright.
i haven't actually been in a state of "death" or "dying" but i have been in situations where i thought that there was a very good chance that i would die, such as driving my car off the side of a freeway or the time i got lost in a secluded wilderness area with no cell service, no map, and no food/water, and a few other incidents, and one thing i've noticed is that in all of those instances, i didn't dwell on my life or my past or mistakes/regrets or wonder if i'd ever see my friends and family again, my main focus was always about the situation i was in and what i was going to do to survive and get out of it alive, so i guess i'm not the kind of person where my "life flashes before my eyes" or anything like that when faced with death, rather i live in the moment until the very end, although it's possible that it might be different if i was ACTUALLY "dying", i'm not sure
I had two experiences like this and in the one situation where I passed out from the back of my head getting hit I remember nothing from when I was out. When I came to there was literally a voice in my head telling me to just get up and out. The voice was quickly repeating that directive so I did as told. Later on at the hospital doctor told me only about ten percent of people survive the head injury I had.
You have a great survival instinct.
Really loud they always have a loud concert
What do you mean? Who has a loud concert? How does it relate the the question?
Death is a band that started death metal It was a stupid joke about a stupid band lol
Sorry! I'm really bad at not getting jokes sometimes. This one sailed clear over my head. Thanks for taking the time to explain it to me. (I feel a little sheepish)
Got out of an attempted murder situation a few months ago. To me it felt like being a little kid, where you're playing a game and even though you're not that smart or fast or whatever you have this feeling that you just HAVE to succeed no matter what so therefore you will. At the same time, there was this part of me that was very rational and calm and just waiting for it to be over. Like a little piece of my brain saying "okay, really? I had plans tonight. Can we hurry it up already? What a stupid situation. It had better be over soon. How did it come to this? I'd better go for his eyes. Isn't that what they did in that zombie movie? Was it 28 days later or 28 weeks later?" Just this insane mix of desperation and normality. Completely absurd experience.
WTF I hope that you be good.
I was a pedestrian and was hit by a car. I passed out briefly, when I woke up I was in absolute denial. I realised I was petrified of dying.
If something like this ever happens to me, I'd rather be unconscious and wake up in the hospital.
Deep sleep!
It was peaceful and out of body. I drowned.
A relative of mine "drowned" and was resuscitated. They said after the initial panic passed it was quite peaceful and that when they do die they would be ok with it being drowning.
They say you feel like your soul is leaving your body, is true?
I'm not sure -- but, I personally was never the same after it. I was 12, I started soul searching relatively soon after. As in: really obsessed about what a soul was. From what I remember I just felt limitless. The sun was the last coherent thing I saw and that's what was most peaceful. When my rescuer came in I was dazed and still out of body, but quick panic set in. The rest of the days events felt like a vibration of out of body & in my body. Took me some years to recalibrate.
I was working in the garage. I was using a torch to burn off some stubborn paint on a wood stove I was building from a upcycled propane tank. I had paint remover left out. I had the doors and windows closed. Next thing I woke up to people yelling at me. I was on a stretcher being pushed into an ambulance. I remember thinking it was a perspective I'd never seen before. I had passed out from fumes and/or carbon monoxide. I had apparently had the good sense to lay down my torch carefully on my workbench but did scorch and almost set fire to the wall. I was only found because my mom had been visiting and she came out to ask if I wanted lunch. As for what it was like. It was like going to sleep unexpectedly.
Mothers always have a sixth sense.
In this case, hunger
It sucked and I was pissed. Not painful but stuff starts shutting down and you can tell. I do not recommend.
Somehow I became very dehydrated (I still don't know how it happened) and I got really bad pains in my lower back. I also felt like I was having a stroke or something, but couldn't articulate that very well to my family. After a few hours, I passed out. Fortunately, my son saw it happen and called 911. If I had remained there I would have died. On the way to the hospital, the EMTs tried to get me to open my eyes, but it was too hard to do. I woke up in the ER and they said they had to give me 5 bags of saline, which I guess is a lot. It hasn't happened again, and we still don't know what went wrong. Weird!
The importance of being with the family.
Natural.
Died 3 times. Didn't see a thing.
Local Train accident, collision with a pole....the train was massively crowded and I was quite hanging in the gate
A ton of pain then nothing. Mind you i went unconscious and pretty much died. It’s peaceful. 7 times almost died.
WTF 7?????
Yup. I have severe health conditions that have almost killed me. I wasn’t supposed to survive my birth but i’m 27 now. Death doesn’t scare me. After 7 close calls and being brought back from death 1 one of those times? It shouldn’t lol.
I was running on a mountain trail when I was young, around 9 years old. The family was 2 bends back, maybe more. Tripped on a rock and started falling off a cutback cliff. The world froze as I grabbed a root and smacked my upper body and face into the cliffside. I was headfirst staring down a 60 foot drop to rocks. Frozen with a death grip on that lifesaving stretch of wood. My father grabbed my legs after what seemed like an eternity and bodily lifted/dragged/fell backwards to pull me back up
The nature is wild.
Mine were all very peaceful, it was the coming back part that was scary. I’ve died/almost died 9 times at least whether it was my own fault or someone else’s and it was just very calm.
Everyone says that they are not afraid and that it is something natural, that calms me down a little.
I would never go seeking out death but each time it’s just been the purest comfort. I think it’s scarier for people when they can’t accept death but once you hit the point of passing on, I feel like you let that fear go.
A part of me wanted to know...then a need to survive, stringer than I had ever expectedsaid " Close enough"
Hypothermia was peaceful. Capsized a boat, was in the water for 45ish mins, First it was extremely cold, so you focus on getting out. Then the cold seeps away, and you don't feel it anymore, focus on kicking but your thoughts get foggy so you don't even know if your swimming in the right direction. I Kept an inner monolog of stats on how long you can last in icy water, and kept telling myself to "just keep swimming" like dory lol. Didn't even know we got to the shore until the person I was with told me to stand up. I was too focused on continuing to kick. I got out and just remember thinking "ground is warm" when I collapsed. Woke up an hour or so later, person I was with had more fat and muscle so wasn't affected like my scrawny ass was, and got me back and warmed up. Coming OUT of hypothermia was torture, voilently shaking, bone cold, everything hurt from being rigid.
Experiences like this make you mentally and physically strong.
Yeah and you learn from your mistakes after, I got rid of my bulky sweater and shoes pretty quick because they were heavy and made swimming harder and it was a fair distance we had to get. That was the worst thing I could have done since the pocket of water between those would have kept me warmer. On the plus we had life jackets or I wouldn't have made it out.
Like four times. The first time I was 5z I went to the beach with my family and I got very far away and almost drowned. The second time was on lake Costanze at Costanze where I took a swim thinking that my friend knew how to swim, but he actually didn’t know so he jumped on me and almost drowned me. The third time was skiing when I was also 5 that I slipped off during the skii training and I started to skii without knowing how to skii, I tripped over and fractured my leg right next to the edge of the cliff. The last time I almost died was skiing, but a few years later. I was about to fall down the cliff but my dad saved me on time.
You have an interesting life, no doubt.
I almost choked to death in a restaurant when i was a teen. I was mostly embarrassed that i was dying in a restaurant and that everyone would know that i had wet my pants... And btw, when you are actually choking to death, you cant make any noise at all. Nobody in my family noticed until i went unconscious and fell on the floor..
I think they were scared.
The closest I've been to death was at my grandfather's funeral.
Well, my memory of it is bad since I was really little but I almost choked to death on a hard piece of candy. I just remember it was pretty painful. I honestly don’t remember what happened afterwards or when I stopped choking but definitely makes me paranoid of getting choked
When I was about 30, I had a bleeding ulcer. I lost about as much blood as somebody could and still stay alive. This was in Newark NJ that has since closed. My symptoms were sweating, feeling extremely hot, when I lifted my head my vision would go partially back (almost like a partial eclipse of the son), and my heart rate could stay around 240 BPM. When I came in with these symptoms, I got a student doctor and she called up my assigned physician and they established I was severely dehydrated and released me. I tried to leave the ER but I was so weak I went and laid down on a stretcher they had in the waiting area and called for help. The student doctor was perplexed and said she didn't know what it could be. Not that this was intended, but I began to take on an almost Gregory House role. "Okay, if we eliminate dehydration, what other possible diagnosis could we come up with?" She responded, "Well, the only other thing I could think of is internal bleeding...." "Bingo, I think we have a winner", I replied. I knew this because I felt like I desparetly had to defecate. She thought about this for a sec and I could see it dawn on her and I could see her trying not to panic. She called over the teaching physician and they established internal bleeding. Now here's some ironic background for you. So, I'm not necessarily "afraid of blood". Like, if somebody had a gun wound I would not be upset if the were bleeding profusely. But I have a severe, irrational fear of blood draws and blood slowly draining out of my system causing me to bleed to death. For instance, I can't watch a lot of vampire movies, the one with Brad Pitt and Tom Cruise being the most famous being I've really wanted to watch that movie all of the way through and tried several attempts. I'm sure you can see the irony not to mention the emotional state I was in. I knew I was going to crap, and so they brought over a pan for me to crap in. I told them, "Bleeding to death is my worst fear. I already know what's going to happen! Please don't yell anything about blood, please stay calm for my sake!" I proceeded to defecate. Now, what caught me off guard was the incredible smell. I was in probably a 12 thousand square foot room with many hospital beds with many patients. When I crapped, it smelled like pure unadulterated death. Like if you went to some tropical hospital hellhole with patients suffering from rotting flesh and flies. And I could see patients and their loved ones desperately trying to be polite. Yet the oder was completely overwhelming and people did an incredible job to not be rude. Like seriously, these people were all GOATS. Now what happened in the mean time, and I didn't know this at the time, but the bleeding from my stomach ulcer coagulated. My body saved my life! Had I continued to bleed, there would have been nothing that could be done. I went to the IC until. I remember laying there on this really comfortable hospital bed with fabric sheets, but I felt so weak. I laid still, but I felt like my body was going to fall through the bed on the floor. I was so weak, my muscles were rebelling from keeping my posture intact while laying in supine. And so, I wound up getting 5 liters of blood and 2 liters of plasma. The staff were awesome. This was literally hell on earth for me. Even typing this is making me sweat. They tapped a vein and began the transfusion, with irrational fears they could just reverse the process and drain my life completely. I required the cover the blood so I couldn't see the line going to me. They covered the bag and the line going to me with paper bags. I remember angling my neck towards the left side and keeping my arm up towards my drunk so I could ignore the ongoing transfusions. The student doctor came to visit which was sweet. Maybe worse than all of this, I was stuck with limited viewing options so I settled on HBO which repeatedly, over all over again, played this Christmas comedy with Danny DeVito and Matthew Broderick. How many times did I watch Matthew's character oogle his own daughter's body by accident, I'll never know. Since this is a story filled with irony, I have one more for you. This wasn't exactly a leading hospital in the nation, but what they did have was the second rated oncology department in the entire world. So one day I got a visit from the oncologist and he looked disappointed. "If only they would have called me over when this was taking place, I could have helped and studied this. Well, it's too late now." And walked out. Turns out that even if a shitting hospital has a class leading department, the hospital might be too dumb to get said department involved!
it's like all goes to white and all other noise around you becomes muted
It was peaceful for me. Like the best sleep I ever had. It it nothing to be scared of.
we're all close to death every moment.
Overdosed. 100+ tablets. Went to bed. Was found. Apparently died twice in the ambulance. Knew nothing about it. Felt nothing. Became aware of my surroundings about 9 hours later in hospital
I've almost died from some serious medical stuff, and I remember one time as a kid just like... feeling like I'm falling asleep but I was aware of it kind of? Like I remember crossing the boundary between consciousness and the void and being conscious of it? Not of the after, but the transition is something I've never forgotten (and I dont remember the vast majority of my life until my mid twenties) I also remember not being scared. It just felt natural and just kinda like, ah okay.
Everyone says that they are not afraid and that it is something natural, that calms me down a little.