idk if youd count this but it wasnt an attempt it was accident but i did almost die. i was screaming. then it went all black and then i was saved. thats fun to go through when youre 7. off topic from what youre asking but i felt awful for years when i didnt say thank you. and a few years ago i figured out who it was and said thank you and i felt worlds better.
omg i hate panic attacks. anxiety attacks i can work through. panic attacks nu uh no way i hate them. i think my organs start playing musical chairs lol
I had those really bad! Hadn’t had one in a long time, I think over time mostly I learned what caused them and just avoided doing those things. Mostly those would happen when I wasn’t in control of my surrounding’s.
Yep… or when you realize how alive everything around you is… and become terrified (because something is surely way wrong)
I always get this feeling when it happens that I can’t feel this particular way for a moment longer. The strongest thought is usually: if my reality stays like this… I can’t. I feel completely out of touch and far away from all of it, and that everyone is alive and I’m going to just die or go insane… then I obsess over what would happen after (even though it wouldnt matter to me at that point)
Once I was dying I felt like I was slipping away but came back, i didn’t see my life flashing before my eye’s or like I was looking at myself or anything like that, I’m not an authority on NDE, but I believe for that to count as an experience you’d need to actually die and be brought back. That would be my opinion.
you are asking some pretty disturbing questions here, about hanging yourself among others. it seems to me it would be good to find the cause of your problems and address that.
i feel that a lot of people talking about suicide dont really want to kill themselves, they just want a better/different/other life. Then the people that REALLY want to die, are often depressed, wich is a true and serious illness, that should be taken seriously and found help for.
They are within their Role. They want anything that is fulfilling them, their expectations of something extraordinary. They want to have a strong contrast between Suicide and being a Common Underdog to their View.
I bet someone could have said this to me, back then with the first attempts. My Subconsciousness was locked until age 18, so I believe, I just always saw Suicide something that should be tender done, all needs to be soft caring for those, they need a little more satisfying Image of themselves.
Meanwhile others who are really into get through the Humbug called Hobbies and Disabilities like they care. BDSM, Addiction, higher non-entertainment based progresses on devices, high pressures about work and life, mainly due to themselve, secondary because of the people who admit everyone is the same type in life.
I will not understand People who kill themselves brutal, degrading a train to an weapon and so on. Maybe it is just yolo/mentality.
I was actual intoxicated with anaesthetics. No way of relieving after vomitting everywhere I could inside my home. Losing sight, yes, I was unable to see. I could not stand, I crashed everywhere. My body hurt everywhere. Inside and outside. I was unable to make it to the bed. The scenery was just fitting to find me death.
Hours later, I suddenly woke up and vomit blood now. So I called the paramedics. Stupid I guess. It is on the Word an NDE, but it is not the Hypothesised Near Death Experience.
Thus I have made several Times, but, well, I lost grip on reality.
Yes I had one… In 99 right before I took 300 phenobarbital and drank a bottle of gin, there was this bar and restaurant I used to go to. I knew all who were regulars and worked there. I was in my 40’s and there was a new young girl there with blonde hair. I do not even remember her name. She was naive and innocent. 18 if I remember correctly.
Anyways I somehow lingered for 2 days after taking the drugs and gin and was found. I died three times in the ambulance and it was one of these times that I had the experience. I was in the whitest hall that I ever had seen. And there was only one door at the very end of this hall. On the sides just walls, no windows, no doors. I was walking towards the door and it seemed like forever as the hall was long. And as I got closer I heard someone calling over and over “don’t open the door, don’t open the door” and I turned and it was this young waitress that had just started at the restaurant and next to her were all my “Friends” who stood their silently watching. Then I was back in this world in the hospital,
It confused me that someone so meaningless in my life who I was not close to was the only one calling out. After almost 50 days I was released as I was on a suicide hold and also had some medical issues that kept me in there.
That night I went back to the restaurant where all welcomed me. All the people who really were just drink moochers, but that girl was gone. I never saw her again.
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idk if youd count this but it wasnt an attempt it was accident but i did almost die. i was screaming. then it went all black and then i was saved. thats fun to go through when youre 7. off topic from what youre asking but i felt awful for years when i didnt say thank you. and a few years ago i figured out who it was and said thank you and i felt worlds better.
i did google it because i had no idea i just made a really good guess based on what you said…..near death experience…and i was right lol
I feel like I’m having a NDE everytime I have a panic attack
But I suppose technically it doesn’t count if it’s all in my head.
omg i hate panic attacks. anxiety attacks i can work through. panic attacks nu uh no way i hate them. i think my organs start playing musical chairs lol
I had those really bad! Hadn’t had one in a long time, I think over time mostly I learned what caused them and just avoided doing those things. Mostly those would happen when I wasn’t in control of my surrounding’s.
Yep… or when you realize how alive everything around you is… and become terrified (because something is surely way wrong)
I always get this feeling when it happens that I can’t feel this particular way for a moment longer. The strongest thought is usually: if my reality stays like this… I can’t. I feel completely out of touch and far away from all of it, and that everyone is alive and I’m going to just die or go insane… then I obsess over what would happen after (even though it wouldnt matter to me at that point)
Once I was dying I felt like I was slipping away but came back, i didn’t see my life flashing before my eye’s or like I was looking at myself or anything like that, I’m not an authority on NDE, but I believe for that to count as an experience you’d need to actually die and be brought back. That would be my opinion.
you are asking some pretty disturbing questions here, about hanging yourself among others. it seems to me it would be good to find the cause of your problems and address that.
i feel that a lot of people talking about suicide dont really want to kill themselves, they just want a better/different/other life. Then the people that REALLY want to die, are often depressed, wich is a true and serious illness, that should be taken seriously and found help for.
They are within their Role. They want anything that is fulfilling them, their expectations of something extraordinary. They want to have a strong contrast between Suicide and being a Common Underdog to their View.
I bet someone could have said this to me, back then with the first attempts. My Subconsciousness was locked until age 18, so I believe, I just always saw Suicide something that should be tender done, all needs to be soft caring for those, they need a little more satisfying Image of themselves.
Meanwhile others who are really into get through the Humbug called Hobbies and Disabilities like they care. BDSM, Addiction, higher non-entertainment based progresses on devices, high pressures about work and life, mainly due to themselve, secondary because of the people who admit everyone is the same type in life.
I will not understand People who kill themselves brutal, degrading a train to an weapon and so on. Maybe it is just yolo/mentality.
I was actual intoxicated with anaesthetics. No way of relieving after vomitting everywhere I could inside my home. Losing sight, yes, I was unable to see. I could not stand, I crashed everywhere. My body hurt everywhere. Inside and outside. I was unable to make it to the bed. The scenery was just fitting to find me death.
Hours later, I suddenly woke up and vomit blood now. So I called the paramedics. Stupid I guess. It is on the Word an NDE, but it is not the Hypothesised Near Death Experience.
Thus I have made several Times, but, well, I lost grip on reality.
Yes I had one… In 99 right before I took 300 phenobarbital and drank a bottle of gin, there was this bar and restaurant I used to go to. I knew all who were regulars and worked there. I was in my 40’s and there was a new young girl there with blonde hair. I do not even remember her name. She was naive and innocent. 18 if I remember correctly.
Anyways I somehow lingered for 2 days after taking the drugs and gin and was found. I died three times in the ambulance and it was one of these times that I had the experience. I was in the whitest hall that I ever had seen. And there was only one door at the very end of this hall. On the sides just walls, no windows, no doors. I was walking towards the door and it seemed like forever as the hall was long. And as I got closer I heard someone calling over and over “don’t open the door, don’t open the door” and I turned and it was this young waitress that had just started at the restaurant and next to her were all my “Friends” who stood their silently watching. Then I was back in this world in the hospital,
It confused me that someone so meaningless in my life who I was not close to was the only one calling out. After almost 50 days I was released as I was on a suicide hold and also had some medical issues that kept me in there.
That night I went back to the restaurant where all welcomed me. All the people who really were just drink moochers, but that girl was gone. I never saw her again.
And always I wonder if she were an angel.