NDE-Like Accounts

Separate from Physical Body

I was in college at the time. I was in an activities center alone with my boyfriend. I had to be there to "staff" it, but there was no one else but my boyfriend at the time. We were sitting on large carpeted "steps/seats" (used for assembley type situations). We were sitting next to each other and I said something silly to make him mad and quickly ran away laughing as he jumped up to chase me. The floor had just been washed and the custodian since left, and as I ran down the large steps I landed on the wet floor and went airborne and landed on the back of my head.

There is a brief time I don't remember, but I do remember my boyfriend picking me up and carrying me over to a couch and lying me down. I know my boyfriend was in a complete state of panic and at this point I was watching both of us from the ceiling (the activity center had a high cathedral ceiling). He ran to the activities desk and was furiously rummaging around, grabbed a white plastic bowl and ran into the bathroom. He started filling the bowl up with water at the sink and I was just thinking, "What the heck is he going to do with that water?" Then he ran back to where I was and just started splashing water on my face. Then, without an abrupt change in consciousness, I was back in my body and started groggily talking to him. I never thought I lost consciousness, but in the years since I began thinking, well, I guess I must have because he was in a panic with the water instead of talking to me.

I knew I had to tell my mom. (Although I lived on campus, my parents lived just 10 minutes away in the same town.) I carefully made my way to the payphone and my boyfriend helped me call. I remember it was hard to make sense when I talked to my mom, but I managed to tell her I had an accident and hit my head. I think she knew from hearing me it was serious. I don't remember anything until being in the back seat of the car as they drove me to the hospital and my mom kept telling me not to go to sleep. At the hospital, I was quite certain my head was going to explode, but I lost the ability to talk and walk. I desperately wanted to ask them to get my mom out of the CT Scan room because I knew my head was going to explode and I was afraid of the image she would be left with. I stayed in the hospital for three days while I regained my abilities, which were all lost due to pressure from bleeding in the brain.

Over time I was on a pain killer and then sunk into a deep depression. At one point, I decided I was going to commit suicide although I didn't have a clue when or how. Beyond that decision, I never acted upon it, but just remember the moment I decided there was no point left. A saw a psychiatrist for a time. I think during this time, and finally moved away from NJ to GA where my uncle got me work in a friend's retail store. I spent over six months down there as I slowly began to regain my mental health and was ready to return to college and tackle normal life again. Curiously I never thought much about the experience, but over the years it has stayed with me and has become more of a curiosity because I am ready to deal with it, I guess. So this is why I feel that I know for certain that we have a conscious soul that is separate from our physical body. It has deepended my faith, although I come from a Christian background. Would love to have answers someday.

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