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This experience took me around three years before I was able to even document it or describe it, as it was so extreme. Even now the experience is constantly fixed in my mind and memory as if it happened only yesterday.
I was lying in bed resting after suffering an injury to my neck that day, and I had overexerted myself and had gone to bed to rest. There was a buildup of energy and stress in my body going up my spine, into my head, and I felt a sense of lack of connection and control.
During the winter vacation last year, I developed severe depression due to the changes in my life. I had no appetite and no desire to eat. My life fell into darkness. I lost a lot of weight because I had no appetite. I sat in the sun every day and didn't want to talk, or I sat in bed, covered with a quilt, motionless. My mind felt like it was covered with dark clouds all day. I felt that my condition was very bad. I even felt dazed sometimes when I walked (I suspected that I had hypoglycemia at that time). This kind of day lasted for a long time.
This summer it was exactly 40 years since I had my experience—of life after physical death. I was four years old, drowning while my father, his woman and my brother were for some reason somewhere else and I was left alone by the pool.
My near-death experience began with feeling my spirit leaving my body as I descended into a dark valley where the outline of hills, high above me, was barely visible against a twilight sky. I felt an inner knowing to walk along this pathway deep within the valley floor, to get someplace I knew I needed to be, but could not describe what it was, or why I needed to get there.
I lost my son July 25, 2024, and after 8 long months of grieving and feeling like I just didn't want to be here anymore, I decided to take a handful of pills and lay down on my kitchen floor so that my husband would find me in the morning. I remember taking the pills and laying down on the kitchen floor and praying for whatever was supposed to happen. I guess I must have fallen asleep or died, I'm not sure which, but the next thing I knew I could see my body.
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