My story is painful to try to explain, but it is a strange situation of attempted murder/incited and assisted suicide. The year was 2016, and I was 20 years old at the time.

My "friend" watched me as I began to pass away after she tried to murder me. I began seizing and asphyxiating on my vomit. At this point, she decided to backpedal and called 911, telling them I attempted suicide. I had to be resuscitated shortly after the paramedics arrived. 

In the ER, I had to be administered medication through a PIC line to my heart. I was placed into a comatose state and on a ventilator. However, my prognosis was death. I sustained septic shock, and my kidneys began to fail. By some miracle, however, I woke up after a week-long coma.

All I remember during the coma was a vision of being in a dark room with an upset, albeit well intended spirit that said, "What have you done? You have to go back." Something along those lines. Then it went all black. Not asleep. Just nothingness. 

When I woke up after a week, I was still physically in the ICU. However, it felt as if I were spiritually in the year 2048. The nurses were computer programmers operating machines to keep me alive, but I was not hooked up to any of them. They all ran on this "smart" technology through "the wall of life,” a network installed in the walls of the hospital used to deliver nutrients and medicine to patients. It's certainly bizarre, and not something I can explain logically. While it's plausible that this was simply an extremely vivid hallucination, I feel that, at the very least, there was a symbolic message through the universe: the technology and medication available in the year 2016 was not enough. It took the physicians who fought to save my life, and a miracle from the Universe, that I lived. 

I remember watching angels above me guiding souls to heaven. There was bright light they were being taken toward. I saw the pathway to heaven. I was that close to the cord getting cut. 

The physical path to recovery was tumultuous, but I miraculously made a full physical recovery. My kidneys restored functioning. Organs simply don't "reverse failure." 

I feel like I was given an overdose of self- and universal-understanding/awareness, perhaps more than a human mind can handle. There's such an uneasy feeling in my stomach about the future of the world that I cannot shake. 

As I still, 8 years later, scramble to find a purpose against a clock that no longer exists in my reality, I hope to make a positive impact and difference with my story and be a shoulder for other NDErs to lean on. Today, despite everything, I have a lot to be grateful for, and I gained a lot from this experience.