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After my Middle East deployment serving in the Navy I became very depressed and I developed psychological problems. Despite support from therapy, medication, and friends, my life seemed unbearable at the time. I chose to kill myself by means of a prescription drug overdose.
I was very ill in January, 2010 and had a myasthenia gravis respiratory crisis in the middle of the night before I was admitted to the hospital the next morning. My medical insurance did not begin until Feb.1st, so I was trying to hold out until that date to call 911. I lived alone, and on the night of my medical emergency I had been ill for about two weeks with undiagnosed myasthenia gravis.
On the night of 1/31/2010 I could not breathe, and at one point I felt my soul lifting out of my body.
In the two weeks before I had my NDE, I had had two traumatic injuries to my left foot: first, it was caught in a slammed car door, and later it was crushed in a merry-go-round. As a result, I developed osteomyelitis, and my foot swelled up to the size of a football. I was rushed to the ER. My mother, a nurse, told the doctors that I was allergic to penicillin, but somehow I got a massive dose anyway. I went into anaphylactic shock and clinically died.
I was a child, 6 or 7 years old. It was a hot summer day and our family decided to go for a swim in a local abandoned gravel pit. I believe I was the oldest child there, bored with the "babies" and wanted to go join the adults who were swimming in a deeper area of the gravel pit. I tried to join them, but was told to return to where I had been. I went back to where I thought I had been, but upon walking into the water, stepped into a hole and felt nothing beneath me.
I was 5 years old and playing with neighborhood friends in the backyard of the people who lived behind our family. I don't know what happened to trigger my condition, but I had great difficulty breathing and became extremely upset. As I walked away from my friends I could not breathe.
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