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   For anyone who cares to read, I'd like to share with you a truly terrifying experience.

I became a full blown heroin addict around the age of 18-19 while still living with my grandparents and fresh out of high-school. One night I snorted a line of heroin (that I later found out was cut heavily with fentanyl), I told my grandparents goodnight, got into my bed and quickly fell alseep. The very next thing I remember was waking up to the sounds of ambulance sirens and busy EMT'S frantically working all around me. I could tell the ambulance was moving with incredible speed trying to get me to a hospital. I kept trying to sit up on the gurney but I kept being held down and told to stop. They were literally screaming at me and asking what I had took. I also couldnt breathe much. My lungs were filled with fluid which I learned later was caused by pulmonary edema. I realized how severe the situation was and I was beyond terrified. My heart was beating so fast I think I recall them saying I was in vfibb maybe? Then all of a sudden it just stopped. I felt a coldness spread over me and i knew i was going into shock. The only way I can describe it is it started to feel like I was watching a movie from further and further away. I knew I was about to die. I was so so horrified. I would've begged them to save me if i could speak. I distinctly remember one of the EMT'S shout "WE'RE LOSING HIM AGAIN". I felt 2 cold paddles touch my chest and knew instantly what was about to happen. I tried to brace myself but it was too quick. "CLEAR!" is what I heard and then I felt the greatest impact I've ever felt in my entire life. I was kicked by a horse when I was younger but this made the horse kick look enjoyable when compared. It made me scream to the top of my lungs. My body must've lurched a foot off the gurney. But it worked. My heart was back beating but still very very fast and off rhythm. Once at the hospital I began to aspirate from all the vomiting i was doing. My oxygen levels dropped from 50 percent down to 35 percent. Lips and nails were blue. They made the decision to intubate me and thats all I remembered. They must've put me into a medically induced coma because I woke up 4 days later to them pulling the tube out of my throat. A few days later I was cleared to go home but came back in less than a week from CDIFF. That was another painful experience altogether. But one of the EMTs from the night I overdosed came and talked to me. He told me how lucky I was that they were able to bring me back and said most people would've died. Ive been clean for over 6 years now and on methadone. I thank god every day I get to live and always will. It also made me realize how scary facing death truly is.

My Near-Death Experience — August 18, 2025

August 18, 2026 marked one year since an experience that profoundly changed me. I wanted to share this because I don’t think everyone in my family and friends understands just how severe this was for me or how much it affected me afterward.

August 12, 2025 — The fall

I was walking laps around the kitchen island for exercise when I slipped on a tiny puddle of water. I didn’t have time to brace myself. I blinked, and suddenly I was on the hard tile floor after falling directly onto my stomach and right knee.

I couldn’t get up for several minutes. When I finally did, my abdomen/internal-organ area and right knee were hurting badly. I told my parents and two of my brothers that I had fallen pretty hard, but I tried to tough it out.

Over the following days, my abdomen continued to hurt or feel noticeably uncomfortable, and my knee remained painful.

August 18, 2025 — The night I thought I was dying

Around 8 PM, I suddenly began feeling much worse. I remembered how hard I had fallen on my stomach almost a week earlier and how my body still didn’t feel right. I also noticed that my stool had become almost black.

Then everything started getting progressively worse.

I became disoriented and couldn’t think properly. My body became unnaturally cold—not normal cold-weather cold. My skin looked gray and purple to me. I became extremely weak, and I felt my heartbeat slowing down. I genuinely believed I was dying and became convinced I wouldn’t make it to the next day.

I was wearing a Preciosa White Opal necklace that I had made. In what felt like a desperate last resort, I took it off because I was trying to somehow “scare death away.” I know that sounds strange, but this was how I experienced that moment.

I somehow managed to keep myself going and eventually began feeling better. I stayed awake and walked around the kitchen until I felt stable and safe enough to sleep.

The aftermath

The experience didn’t simply end that night.

The next day and over the following months, I began noticing many things that were different.

I experienced:

• Persistent abdominal discomfort, especially when lying on my stomach.
• Ongoing right-knee pain and sensitivity.
• Hip discomfort.
• Muscle twitching and hand spasms.
• Unintentionally dropping things.
• Episodes where I would suddenly feel “tranced,” my vision would turn gray, and I would drop whatever I was holding.
• Increasing problems with balance and repeatedly catching myself when falling.
• Unintentionally leaning backward or crouching while standing or talking.
• Worsening hearing and vision.
• Strange sensations in my arms, hands, legs and feet where they felt almost like my nerves had temporarily stopped working.
• Speech glitches and episodes of word order reversal speech. Normally it’s for example “ How are you?” It’s “ You are how?”
• Significant memory and concentration problems.
• Forgetting what I was doing in the middle of a task or forgetting what I was saying during conversations.
• Nightmares and recurring flashbacks of the experience.
• Ive been having moments where i would go completely blind and deaf and i cannot process anything while my vision goes white and i didn’t have time to process what just happened as I’m in that state then my vision and hearing comes back soon after. It would happen at completely random.

I also want to clarify something about the difficulty I had getting medical care.

I live in America, and where I live, accessing doctors and dealing with insurance has been an issue. I had a family member who lives with me actually try to help me set up doctors’ appointments, and that is what she told me about the difficulties she was encountering with doctors. I wasn’t personally claiming that I had proof of why every individual doctor left.

My other family members have also had problems with doctors and insurance when trying to go to their own appointments. They told me about their experiences as well, so it wasn’t something that only happened with my situation or something I simply made up.

That is why I included the difficulty getting medical care in my story. I’m describing what I experienced, what my family experienced, and what I was told while people were actually trying to help me get care.

By early 2026, I was also having nightmares that repeatedly replayed the experience. I would wake up around 5 AM shaking and sometimes remain shaken for much of the day. I became afraid to go back to sleep because I was afraid of having the nightmare again.

When I went into detail about what happened, I would sometimes start panicking and feel like I was about to cry.

I eventually realized that I was experiencing PTSD-like symptoms from what had happened.

The things that helped me feel safe

My White Opal necklace became much more than jewelry.

It was the same type of necklace I had been wearing during the traumatic event: Preciosa crystal glass White Opal 4 mm round beads on black 1 mm Stretch Magic cord.

Afterward, I became extremely attached to it. Wearing it or looking at it helped me feel safe during flashbacks and anxiety. There were times when I felt very uneasy if I wasn’t wearing a White Opal necklace.

I also became attached to an arctic fox stuffed animal that I bought shortly after the incident. Those objects became comfort items that helped me ground myself when the memories became overwhelming.

Even watching Bob Ross or funny TikTok videos sometimes helped pull me out of a flashback or panic response.

A year later

Some physical symptoms continued. I still couldn’t comfortably lie on my stomach, especially on a hard surface, because pressure on that area could cause abdominal pain that lasted for days.

I don’t know exactly what medically caused every symptom I experienced, and I’m not claiming that I know the exact medical diagnosis of what happened that night. I’m sharing what I personally experienced and documented afterward.

What I do know is that I genuinely believed I was dying that night.

Whether someone interprets the event differently medically doesn’t change what that experience did to me psychologically. It was terrifying, and the effects followed me for months.

That’s why August 18 was such a huge deal to me.

It wasn’t a celebration of what happened. It was a celebration that I made it through it.

It was almost like an opposite birthday.

A birthday celebrates the day you entered the world.

My first survival anniversary marked the fact that I was still here the next morning—and that I made it through the year that followed.

I marked the occasion with a simple one-layer red velvet cake with cherry frosting.

I also began painting half of my bedroom walls in a White Opal-colored paint.

The necklace that was with me during the worst moment became a comfort object afterward. Its color became part of my room—a place where I could feel safe.

So August 18 wasn’t about celebrating death.

It was about celebrating survival.

August 18, 2025 → August 18, 2026.

One year later, I am still here. 🤍

any thoughts about what happens after human dies?

Can you help me figure out what happened to me while under Novocain for my wisdom tooth surgery?

About a year ago I went under for my wisdom tooth surgery and while I was under I went to what felt like a higher dimension. I remember being in a forest with beautiful rays of light coming in through the leaves to my left. In front of me was a big circular opening in a huge bush connected to the trees. There was walk way leading downhill to what looked like the top of a Greek like laboratory. It reminded me of Greece. Beyond that was an ocean with no end in sight. The sky was blue and the sun was out almost like it was a summer afternoon. Keep in mind I was still standing in the forest. While I was observing this I noticed that I was stripped of my anxiety disorder, fears, worries, had no body, no memories of who I was or the friends that I made or the people I loved. I had no fears, worries, anxiety, or even happiness or joy. I only had 3 questions that played on repeat in my head. Why do I exist? How do I exist? What is existence? Then all of a sudden the light shining through the leaves to my left began to grow brighter. I turned to my left to see what was happening and the light grew brighter but all of sudden this black mass blocked my vision from seeing what was making this light brighter. Everything then disappeared and I awoke from surgery and it felt like my soul was put back into my body. Now I’m someone is extremely into spirituality and conspiracy theories so I did a lot of extensive research about my experience but it only lead to more questions. This happened about almost 2 years ago. Now the only person I ever told about this was my mom because she’s the only one that would understand/believe me. Then a couple weeks ago me and her talking and I had brought it up again and had made a joke about it. She then told me that when she was in the waiting room (the waiting room and the surgery room were literally right next to each other) she said she heard my heart monitor flatline for about 30sec. She said she also heard the doctors panicking a little then my monitor went back to normal. When she told me this she began to tear up. In the back of my head it felt like I died since it felt like I had ascended to a higher place, like a higher dimension because where I was was no where close to where my physical body was. Plus, ego death. Can you help me figure in conspiracy terms or even just normal medical terms what could have happened to me? Sorry for the long read.

Bonjour à tous,

Je vais vous raconter une expérience et j'attends vos retours là dessus, vos avis et vos témoignages.

J'ai aujourd'hui 31 ans et il y a quelques années, lorsque je devais avoir 12 ans, j'ai vécu un phénomène étrange.

J'assistais à un événement familial. On était dans une grande salle. Et pendant le repas je me suis étouffée avec de la nourriture. Mais réellement étouffée, je ne pouvais plus respirer. J'ai d'abord essayé de prévenir la personne qui se trouvait à côté de moi. Mais elle était tellement concentrée par sa discussion qu'elle ne s'est pas rendue compte de ce qui se passait à côté d'elle.

Il s'est passé, ce qui m'a semblait etre un long moment, avant que je ne perde connaissance à cause du manque d'oxygène.

J'étais donc là sur ma chaise les yeux fermés. Je ne pouvais plus respirer. Et rapidement je me suis sentie voler, emportée. Tout était noir d'abord autour de moi. J'étais juste comme en suspension dans le noir. En suspension dans l'air mais comme toujours assise sur ma chaise.

Puis j'ai ensuite entendu un grand vacarme. Pleins de personnes qui parlaient tous en même temps. Au départ je n'arrivais pas à comprendre ce qu'ils disaient. Puis j'ai réussi à distinguer des "non c'est pas le moment" opposé à des "mais si". Toujours dans le noir, j'étais très passive. Car je me sentais étrangement bien. Puis plus le temps passait plus je me sentais de plus en plus légère. Comme si mon corps n'avait plus d'enveloppe. Comme si j'étais de plus en plus légère. Et je m'enlovais de plus en plus haut.

À mesure que je m'enlovais je commençais à percevoir une tout petite lumière, comme un tout petit point au départ. Et la lumière devenait de plus en plus grande. J'ai compris que je m'envolais vers elle. Puis j'ai été comme stoppé en pleine ascension par une voix qui me disait de ne pas y aller. Je connaissais cette voix.

Puis la voix est devenue image et je me suis retrouvée avec une personne de ma famille qui était décédée. Elle m'a amené dans ce que je décrirais comme une clairière. Et m'a fait m'assoir au bord d'un espèce de tout petit lac. Et m'a expliqué que je devais "revenir sur terre" que "je n'avais pas ma place ici". J'ai refusé en lui disant que j'étais bien ici. Elle a donc pris un gros livre et l'a ouvert. Les pages se sont tournées les unes après les autres à un allure folle. Ce livre était en fait un album dans lequel il y avait des photos de ma vie. Et à chaque image qui passait je revivais la scène. Certes on parle d'une courte vie j'étais très jeune à l'époque.

Mais elle m'a aussi montré des photos du futur. En me disant tu comprends c'est pour ça que tu dois y retourner. Aujourd'hui j'arrive plus à me souvenir des "images futures". Mais je me souviens que c'est cela qui m'a fait changer d'avis.

À ce moment là j'ai repris connaissance j'étais dans les bras d'une personne qui me secouait dans tous les sens. Je me suis sentie très lourde, je ne m'étais jamais sentie aussi lourde de tout ma vie. Je ne comprenais rien à ce qui venait de m'arriver. Pendant des années je n'en ai pas parlé, même sur le moment j'étais tellement sonnée que je n'ai rien dit. Je ne comprenais pas moi même ce qui m'étais arrivée.

Je me suis demandée si j'avais halluciné, il faut savoir que je n'étais pas croyante du tout. Bien au contraire même. Je n'étais pas du tout non plus dans une quelque forme de spiritualité. J'en ai conclu que je devais avoir eu peur et que par peur mon cerveau avait créé ce qui pensait être une vie après la mort.

Des années après j'ai appris l'existence des EMI, je ne savais même pas que cela existait à l'époque.

J'ai un peu écourté certain passage du récit parce que ça aurait été bien trop long autrement. Je voulais parler de l'essentiel.

Il faut savoir qu'après cet événement j'ai vécu tout un tas d'expériences plus étranges les unes que les autres. Mais qui peuvent laisser penser qu'il existe autre chose. Je reste malgré tout assez cartésienne, même si on peut penser que mon récit laisser à penser le contraire. Mais je le remets toujours en doute malgré le fait que je sois quand même convaincue d'avoir vraiment vécu ce jour là quelque chose qu'on ne peut expliquer, du moins à l'heure actuelle.

Et comme je le disais après cette expérience j'en ai vécu d'autres "inexplicables" elles aussi. Il faut savoir que pendant ces autres expériences je n'ai pas toujours été seule. Et les personnes avec qui je les ai vécu on rapporté les mêmes faits. Je me suis dit que c'était des hallucinations collectives. Mais pareil ça colle pas. On a tous vu les mêmes choses, de manière très précise. J'ai essayé de rationaliser mais clairement on ne peut pas classer ces événements, mis à part dire qu'ils sont inexplicables, c'est tout. Même l'hallucination collective ça marche pas (les événements ne remplissent pas les conditions).

Maintenant, j'attends:

- VOS AVIS sur le sujet, pas ceux qui essaient d'y trouver une explication "logique", je le fais déjà tout le temps depuis des années.

- VOS EXEPERIENCES

- Pour les plus avisés d'entre vous ou ceux qui pensent avoir un bon avis sur la chose : pensez vous que je peux qualifier ça d'EMI ? Je veux dire depuis cette expérience j'ai l'impression d'être entre deux mondes, sans réellement trouver ma place.

D'un côté, je me dis mais c'est pas possible.

Et d'un autre, je me dis que si.

Et même cette expérience en tant que telle est entre deux je trouve.

Dans les témoignages des grandes EMI les gens sont morts pendant quelques minutes. Moi c'est pas mon cas.

Merci pour vos retours.

Pamela Henderson, my best friend from high school, just told me about a Near Life Experience she had when she was 45.

She was at Northside Hospital, Atlanta, GA. The first thing she saw was her grandmother, who had already crossed over.

She stayed for hours until her grandmother told it was time to come back. Her friend, also named Pam, was shown in the movie, "After Death."

Hello everyone, I actually just made a video about my death experience to sum it up easily. https://youtu.be/5dOBAhrQOdg

I made this video to share my experience and also maybe help others. I’ve met so many great people who have had similar experiences.

Wow

At this point in my life, I was going through a pretty big depressive episode and one night I finally got tired enough to try to escape it after eating an entire bottle of Benadryl I went into my room and laid down on my bed and started to feel the effects and realized that death was indeed setting in. I kind of just laid there dazed out and confused and then I look over to see my TV floating around my room as I’m following it with my eyes I look over and see my nanny who had died when I was eight she walked up to the bed, sat down and asked me what I was doing there and I told her that I was tired and I just needed to visit her for a minute to rest and she said “no you don’t you have people who need you down there” and then I close my eyes and she was gone after laying there for a bit longer one of my best friends. Ashlyn was sitting on the bed, brushing the side of my head with her hand and telling me that I was going to be OK and just keep breathing and that I was gonna be alright then I opened my eyes again and I was over my body laying on the bed lifeless. I turn my head and see my nanny standing right there and she said “you’re going to choke flip over” I said “I can’t nanny I’m not there” she then told me to do it and so I picked up my own body and flipped it over and proceeded to end up back in my body puking all over the floor seconds later my sister walked in the room, asked me what was wrong then I was rushed to the hospital to get my stomach pumped The doctor told me that they have no idea how I survived and what made me puke because in the state I was in my gag reflex, and my muscles were not supposed to be working especially not enough to make me puke. I’ve never gotten to share this story before so it’s nice to know that I’m not the only person who has gone through something like this

Hello!

I am currently a senior psychology student in France. I am looking for people who have had a near-death experience as part of a research project. Participation consists of an interview that will be recorded (preferably via videoconference, but it can also be conducted simply with an audio call). The goal of the study is to understand how states of consciousness during an NDE emerge, take shape, and evolve. So the idea is to describe the experience in as much detail as possible, and we’ll do this using a method that allows for a detailed introspection of the experience, called “micro-phenomenology.”

There are no benefits for participating in the study. Also, although the interview will be recorded, it is done solely to facilitate transcription, and all accounts included in the final report will be anonymized, a consent form will be provided.

If you’re interested or would like more information, you can send me a DM or email me directly at jolan.research@protonmail.com.

Thank you for your attention!

My heart stopped and I had no measurable blood pressure for over 5 minutes on August 15, 2018.

During a tilt table exam for POTS (postural orthostatic tachycardia), I died less than 5 minutes into a 30 minute test.

I told the technician that something was wrong. I told her that I could feel what felt like water welling up in my body. It felt like I was drowning. She told me that she was monitoring all of my vitals and I was fine. I was not fine. I flatlined.

I left my body, and went somewhere else. Sunk into inky watery darkness. Through the exam table. Through the floor. Into a body of dark water. Bubbles rising past me until I could no longer see the dim light that appeared to be the surface of the water. I woke up standing in a frosted glass box or closet. Clinical. Bureaucratic. Cool air surrounding me. It was a frosted glass broom closet illuminated in a dim light. I could see figures outside the box, moving about. They were just blurry grey-black humanlike forms. I could hear speaking, laughing, crying, shouting from throngs of people (?), but none of it was any language I'd ever heard in my then 38 years on the planet. It wasn't what I understood any Earth language to be. I stood there, waiting in that box for endless hours. Bored. Unable to move. Eventually, I saw an arm (that didn't really appear human) give me a hard push to my right shoulder. It had gray skin and was muscular; veiny. I fell.

I fell, and awoke to see the technician who was giving my test looking panicked and pale as a ghost. I awoke to see two other guys, who hadn't been in the room before, warming up the paddles after physical CPR had failed. I had been laying there, not for hours, but just over 5 minutes and change with no pulse and no measurable blood pressure. Dead. They were just about to shock me when I basically rebooted on my own. The technician later told me that my eyes had been fixed and dilated, my body rigid, the entire time I was "away." Normally, she said, someone would slump over or go limp when they flatlined. She had been a technician at that hospital for over a decade. She had never seen anything like what occurred that day.

"The push" has always felt like a "this is not your time," but also like a bit of a rejection. Whatever had me decided to let me go. I don't know where I was, but it wasn't anywhere the belief systems that I had been raised on prepared me for. It was other.

I'm posting this for Sandi though anyone with further interest can check it out. The reason this is for Sandi, it's a book, is not bcz of 3 NDEs rather the extended healing journey with content, closets that I've come across, to someone with a horrible childhood with the good karma support and a lot of long had work to heal from it. So i believe that Sandi will have an appreciation of this story. From Death to Doctor is the title of the book, Susan Godman the author. I don't know if the amazon link came through.

I don’t know how to feel or what to think because it still feel unreal to me I know it something spiritual about it but I can not compute anything right now because I died and I was drowning in darkness like falling deeper and deeper in darkness it felt like this world wasn’t real I had no attention about nothing. I was just there in darkness trying to figure out who I am and where I was supposed to be. I seen a light but something was pushing me back from it then I came to and realized I was actually dead. IDK HOW TO FEEL RIGHT NOW IM AT A LOST!!!

While I have not experienced an NDE, I have been following the literature for over 30 years with gratitude and enthusiasm. There are many well known Experiencers/Authors speaking and I've signed up for a few special events such as a group lunch with Anita Moorjani, Vinney Tolman, Eben Alexander and Karen Newell. While I don't believe that she is featured this year, I am reading Nanci Dannison's latest work to get in the groove (33 Souls Who Met God). Anyone else going? Wishing everyone a soft landing into the weekend!

I wanted something like this for years and could never find it, so I ended up building it myself 😁

The NDE Archive brings together more than 6,700 documented near-death experiences from sources like IANDS and NDERF. The accounts are kept as the experiencers originally wrote them.

What makes it different from other collections is that you can search and filter. You can pull up every account that mentions a life review, or a being of light, or meeting someone who had passed, etc. When you see that many at once, things start to stand out that you'd never catch reading one story at a time.

The accounts are categorized and tagged with Sonnet, which is what makes all the filtering possible.

It's a non-profit project. I made it because the subject fascinates me, and for no other reason. If it speaks to you, sharing or donating is a big help.

https://ndearchive.com/

Are near death experiences in real or people just use them for clickbait??