I am in recovery, and I also had a NDE. It changed me. I was, suddenly, full of hope, wonder, and joy, all of which I thought had died in me, long ago. I’ve heard some people say that they didn’t experience anything in OD. It was like they just have no awareness. I read about a brain study, where scientists found an area of the brain they think is involved in NDEs. Anasthesia and other drugs which induce unconsciousness can interfere with the brain’s perception, so it’s possible a person can’t experience that while still inside a brain that’s impaired, in this way. I wish I remembered which culture I read about, in which there’s a fear of dying under anasthesia, because the soul might not find its way to where it’s supposed to go. When I died, I was guided by this being I trusted, to a beautiful place, so that made sense to me. When my cat let me know she was suffering too much, I finally knew I had to take her to a vet, for the last time. I held her and played her favorite video while she fell under, purring for the first time in a long time, though I knew there was nothing they could do for her. The vet asked if I wanted some time with her first, and I said no. I think that surprised him, but I wanted to make sure she wasn’t under too deeply (the first shot was only a sedative, which I highly recommend to anyone who has to do this over anesthesia because anesthesia can be scary for cats to fall under, and my baby went peacefully. The sedative was very peaceful. I wanted her a little bit conscious, but peaceful, so she could meet her guide. Yall are gonna think I’m crazy, but I heard my beloved girl going about her nightly routine in my room, 5 years later! Then, I felt her jump to my pillow and nuzzle me, like she always did. After that, I heard her jump down and pat out to the hallway where she would walk back-and-forth at night. We used to say she was doing her laps. This was also familiar that I didn’t realize until she had left the room that she had passed away five years ago, and I started looking for my sick cat cause I was worried he got out of the room. He was prone to falling and injuring himself, in bouts of kidney failure, which she had been bouncing back from for five years so I fully expected him to. he was actually curled up on top of my belly, with his eyes moving in deep REM sleep. He was barely 5 pounds at that point, but could not have left the room and come back, without me feeling him get up on me, again, and REM sleep doesn’t happen that fast, especially in the pain I was in. I mean, he was out! I knew I couldn’t think about it for too long because he had a vet appointment in the morning, and I needed to be there with him, fully, not to mention drive him there, early. At this appointment, they told me my boy was terminal. I thought I would break down in my world would shattered because he had been there for my whole addiction and recovery, after I left an abusive husband who nearly killed me…3 surgeries to repair my skull, being treated for two months in emergency medicine and partially hospitalized for 15 months after that, and of course, the pills. I had not been expected to live, and he breathed life into me. He begged me to understand that I was hurting myself, and stop using. When I used alcohol to cope with the withdrawal, he thought I had made a mistake, urged me to smell the liquid I was drinking, and led me to his water dish. I wanted to be the person my cat thought I was, so I got better. I mean, this cat got me sober. I thought I would die, when he did, but I couldn’t help but think my girl, who I loved just as deeply, came back to tell me they don’t really leave us, and that she would show her old friend where to go. Thank you for sharing your story! I just wanted to reassure some people that there really seems to be something that happens, after this, and if they leave the world unconscious, it can still get greater, later. So glad you’re still here with us. Thank you for reminding me there’s still time! I’ve wanted and studied to do more in this life, but I do have an illness that 33% of people die within the first five years of having, so it’s really important to me to know I can have hope of carrying on my work of helping people recover, and helping others understand the struggle is real! I feel like I need to survive to do that, before I go but, if not, maybe I still will get that chance. ❤ P.S. Oops…this was not meant to be a reply to your comment, but I hope there’s something helpful in it for you, OP! I was a really jaded street person, not a religious person or what I would have called a flaky new/ager, at the time. I had just got off paper and avoided a prison sentence, by quitting using, but I had to do that. I didn’t have to recover, and it’s largely because of the hope these experiences gave me that I am 7 years in recovery ❤️🩹.
Thank god you are here and alive ❤❤❤ And thank you for giving me some peace in my mind ❤❤❤
I am in recovery, and I also had a NDE. It changed me. I was, suddenly, full of hope, wonder, and joy, all of which I thought had died in me, long ago. I’ve heard some people say that they didn’t experience anything in OD. It was like they just have no awareness. I read about a brain study, where scientists found an area of the brain they think is involved in NDEs. Anasthesia and other drugs which induce unconsciousness can interfere with the brain’s perception, so it’s possible a person can’t experience that while still inside a brain that’s impaired, in this way. I wish I remembered which culture I read about, in which there’s a fear of dying under anasthesia, because the soul might not find its way to where it’s supposed to go. When I died, I was guided by this being I trusted, to a beautiful place, so that made sense to me. When my cat let me know she was suffering too much, I finally knew I had to take her to a vet, for the last time. I held her and played her favorite video while she fell under, purring for the first time in a long time, though I knew there was nothing they could do for her. The vet asked if I wanted some time with her first, and I said no. I think that surprised him, but I wanted to make sure she wasn’t under too deeply (the first shot was only a sedative, which I highly recommend to anyone who has to do this over anesthesia because anesthesia can be scary for cats to fall under, and my baby went peacefully. The sedative was very peaceful. I wanted her a little bit conscious, but peaceful, so she could meet her guide. Yall are gonna think I’m crazy, but I heard my beloved girl going about her nightly routine in my room, 5 years later! Then, I felt her jump to my pillow and nuzzle me, like she always did. After that, I heard her jump down and pat out to the hallway where she would walk back-and-forth at night. We used to say she was doing her laps. This was also familiar that I didn’t realize until she had left the room that she had passed away five years ago, and I started looking for my sick cat cause I was worried he got out of the room. He was prone to falling and injuring himself, in bouts of kidney failure, which she had been bouncing back from for five years so I fully expected him to. he was actually curled up on top of my belly, with his eyes moving in deep REM sleep. He was barely 5 pounds at that point, but could not have left the room and come back, without me feeling him get up on me, again, and REM sleep doesn’t happen that fast, especially in the pain I was in. I mean, he was out! I knew I couldn’t think about it for too long because he had a vet appointment in the morning, and I needed to be there with him, fully, not to mention drive him there, early. At this appointment, they told me my boy was terminal. I thought I would break down in my world would shattered because he had been there for my whole addiction and recovery, after I left an abusive husband who nearly killed me…3 surgeries to repair my skull, being treated for two months in emergency medicine and partially hospitalized for 15 months after that, and of course, the pills. I had not been expected to live, and he breathed life into me. He begged me to understand that I was hurting myself, and stop using. When I used alcohol to cope with the withdrawal, he thought I had made a mistake, urged me to smell the liquid I was drinking, and led me to his water dish.
I wanted to be the person my cat thought I was, so I got better. I mean, this cat got me sober. I thought I would die, when he did, but I couldn’t help but think my girl, who I loved just as deeply, came back to tell me they don’t really leave us, and that she would show her old friend where to go. Thank you for sharing your story! I just wanted to reassure some people that there really seems to be something that happens, after this, and if they leave the world unconscious, it can still get greater, later. So glad you’re still here with us. Thank you for reminding me there’s still time! I’ve wanted and studied to do more in this life, but I do have an illness that 33% of people die within the first five years of having, so it’s really important to me to know I can have hope of carrying on my work of helping people recover, and helping others understand the struggle is real! I feel like I need to survive to do that, before I go but, if not, maybe I still will get that chance. ❤
P.S. Oops…this was not meant to be a reply to your comment, but I hope there’s something helpful in it for you, OP! I was a really jaded street person, not a religious person or what I would have called a flaky new/ager, at the time. I had just got off paper and avoided a prison sentence, by quitting using, but I had to do that. I didn’t have to recover, and it’s largely because of the hope these experiences gave me that I am 7 years in recovery ❤️🩹.
My ex is an addict. Many overdoses, psycotic and near death hasn't gotten him clean 😭😭
He also has heart skipping bests and still using!!
know what iv saw? not a damn thing🙄