If this is Death, It's Wonderful
I had overdosed. It wasn’t planned. I felt myself starting to tremble, and the next thing I knew I was looking down at my body. I felt no fear looking at myself lying there. I remember clearly saying if this is death, it’s wonderful. I recall some kind of people surrounding me in a circle like form, but I couldn’t make them out. I felt comfortable with them. There was a light behind them in the distance. I remember saying this is wonderful and then being told that I couldn’t stay. I don’t recall any anger at the news. Everything seemed just matter of factly. I had a severe heart attack in 2001 and did not experience it again, not even when they administered a dye that put me into cardiac arrest.