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November of 2011, the pressure was such that it seemed to me like whatever I am going through in my mind and body, there is nothing more than this in this world. So, it’s Saturday, I called my school friend, went to his place, took an illegal substance and we were enjoying the conversation for then.
I was in a motorcycle accident on July 18th of 2019. The collision caused multiple and internal bleeding. I was bleeding out in the ED and "coded" twice.
I have had 3 separate NDEs. Each happened in November (which is my birth month) and each involved my heart (from a full arrest to an irregular heartbeat to the discovery of a congenital defect). I've always considered myself as a spiritual person and have noticed an intense sense of awareness especially with regards to past events as well as a feeling of how the future may play out, at least a sense of perception.
February 11, 2020 - around 9pm. I think I died. I will never know if I did, or how close I came to crossing that line. I remember fighting, hands around my throat... And quicker than I could say, "Baby please stop I'm sorry" there was nothingness.
I was born to a regular, working-class two-parent family in South London, of no denomination, with the family mantra of ‘it’s not real unless I can hit it.’
I entered nursery at four years old, where a Priest and a local Police Officer abused me. I then moved to primary school at four and a half. For the next two and a half years, I was subjected to violent, sexual abuse by the headmistress and school inspector, resulting in a severe operation (and still no alarm bells rang).
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