69 People In This Online Group Shared What Death Is Like After Being Declared Dead And Then Resuscitated

69 People In This Online Group Shared What Death Is Like After Being Declared Dead And Then Resuscitated

Clinical death is the medical term for cessation of blood circulation and breathing, the two necessary criteria to sustain human life. It occurs when the heart stops beating in a regular rhythm, a condition called cardiac arrest.

However, despite its frequent use, the term "clinical death" doesn't actually have a consistent meaning. In most hospitals, the doctor in charge of a patient's care makes the death determination, and there aren't universal guidelines for when to make that call.

No wonder clinical death experiences have long been capturing our imagination with patients witnessing a variety of unusual or even never before experienced sensations. So when a Redditor called APater6076 asked people “who have ‘died’ and been resuscitated, what was your experience? Did you see bright lights? Nothing? Do you remember anything about it?”, the thread immediately went viral. Amassing 13.7k upvotes and almost 3k comments, it gives us a rare glimpse into the incredible human body and the endless capabilities of our minds.


A very warm blackness. Wasn’t cold or scary. Very calm and serene. Best nap I’ve ever had. Five out of five stars, not in a hurry to do it again but certainly not scared to die when the time comes.

Now the heart surgery I had after being resuscitated, that was painful and awful, so I do not recommend heart failure. Zero out of five stars.

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My husband was on life support in a coma, he was not expected to make it and had to be brought back multiple times. I was by his side, beyond distraught. He was by far the "sickest" person in the ICU, too sick to transfer to another hospital. Other people who had family in the ICU rallied around to give me support as it really didn't look hopeful for him and my pain was obvious. A family in particular helped me out a lot. The grandpa of that family had surgery gone wrong on his foot, resulting in his foot amputation, followed by an infection then death. Even after he died his daughter stayed at the ICU to help me. When my husband finally pulled thru and woke up he told me he had been walking the halls with some guy who was missing his foot who told him it wasn't time to go yet and that his daughter would wait with me till my husband woke up but he had to wake up soon.

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I remember feeling the most at peace I have ever felt in my life. I saw colors I could not begin to describe, and felt warm. I remember feeling my grandfathers hand in mine and hearing "it's not your time. You need to go back"

This was due to a su*cide attempt in 2019 where I had jumped off a 3 story parking structure. Not sure how I didn't end up paralyzed but I broke the "best" part in my spine I guess

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From what I can remember (I was 16), I had a big operation and we did not know I was deadly allergic to morphine.

it was the most peaceful "Sleep" I have ever had in my entire life, it felt like nothing but somehow something you know?

I vividly remember seeing someone resuscitate from another point of view but I could have made that up.

Woke up with my dad holding my hand saying you scared the sh*t out of me.

A couple years later my dad had the same experience after an operation and the same thing happened to him as me, he woke up (I couldn't be more thankful saying those words) and after we told him he grabbed my hand and said " I got you back"

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I felt the same as if I had went to sleep. (I had an alcohol withdrawal related seizure and woke up in the hospital bed, i was told my heart stopped for 8 seconds) Although the one thing I "remember" is this feeling that the weight of the world lifted off my shoulder. It was such an indescribable feeling, but it was as if everything thing that I care and/or worry about is so insignificant in the grand scheme of things. Makes the thought of dying someday less frightening

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My son said he climbed a blue ladder into a boat, but then I came and got him. He’s little though.

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An old friend described it to me after an OD. They said they saw every single color all at once, and heard every single sound harmoniously. They said it was mostly an indescribable and surreal experience, so beautiful yet haunting. This is most definitely a downplayed paraphrase but their experience always fascinated me.

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It felt like I was returning home from a long journey. It felt more familiar than this “reality”. Consciousness left my body, I was looking down on myself. It felt as if I had become my highest/truest/purest self and I was filled to the brim with love for myself and all else. It cured my 11 year treatment-resistant clinical depression and reignited my will to live. During the experience I asked myself “how did we get here”.. referring to the unconscious/dead me sitting in the chair and instantaneously I saw my life flash before my eyes and I saw how I had become depressed and the stories that I believed and adhered to that kept me in that dark place. I also felt as if I had the choice to return or not… and as soon as I said YES! - I woke up; transformed.

Afterwards I began fasting for spiritual purposes (and lost 80 lbs in 8 months) and began meditating (2-6 hours a day) and today I feel like a completely new person and continue to feel better every day with yoga and the other practices I have adopted. I have also dedicated much of my energy into exploring/understanding NDE/ADEs/mystical experiences and their transformative potential and hope to become a psychedelic assisted psychotherapist to help others who might be in similar spots as I once was - without risking their lives (through experiencing ego deaths/positive disintegration/meeting god).

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I've been defibrillated twice out of a tachycardia (when your heart beats extremely fast and doesn't effectively pump blood). Both times I remember being extremely scared and then like the worst impending doom feeling then almost like passing out and feeling like the most calm feeling ever. I don't remember coming back after being defibbed strangely enough. I had a lot of PTSD from the event and I honestly wonder if my brain just erased that part.

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Not mine but my dad, he had his appendectomy at the highest risk possible, being diabetic, having waited 3 days on a “I just ate something bad” abdominal pain, dehydrated, you name it. He got rushed to the hospital after not being able to walk anymore.

He described it as a dark warm calm, like submerging yourself in a warm pool that filled every part of his body till his bones, he said he slowly felt how all worries banished and felt utterly happy but nostalgic, he also said he could hear the voice of the surgeon calling him “return, don’t go” but he felt it was annoying. After a little while he realized he was dying, so he “grabbed onto life” and said he felt like he was pushed out of the warmness to a cold suffering where he felt pain, anxiousness and a severe nostalgia of what he just experienced.

After waking up from anesthesia he cried cause said he really wanted to go, but gripped strongly into life because he’d miss us, their sons.

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I've survived a su*cide attempt. The moment I awoke it felt like I was being pulled from the most beautiful, serene and peaceful place to ever exist to this world. It felt warm and cozy, really comfortable and at peace. I've had a very similar experience during a therapy session involving psychedelics.

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Dying hurts, but death itself is very peaceful. 9/10, would die again


Had a bad allergy episode, slipped into anaphylactic shock.

Very weak, very little control over motor function and very difficult to speak but could hear very clearly.

When I realized how bad it was, I started to feel really cold quite quickly. About the same time everything started to fade.

For a brief moment things were hazy/fuzzy, but very quickly faded to black. It was a calming black, definitely not anxiety inducing (that already happened) and just a peaceful kind of "nothingness".

No out of body, no visions, no light... Just dark "nothingness".

Came to after what seemed like 20 sec, but doc says it was actually more like 20 minutes. Prob longer since I saw family member there that did not make the drive with me, the office was a good 30 min drive from home.

Post edit:

It's crazy how many similar experiences align with mine - I just thought it was plain and boring, lol. Kinda cool reading after posting.

Might as well add what others had said - it was a surprisingly pain-free experience.

And how it changed me - definitely no longer have a fear of the act of dying. But I now have an increased fear of leaving loved ones behind. It was a weird sort of balance shift.

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I overdosed on fentanyl a while back and was fading in and out but all I remember was a sense of complete nothingness . No memories flashing, no bright light to follow just nothing . Looking back at it I almost felt at peace . But waking up right after the overdose was sheer panic at the thought of almost dying lol . Glad to be almost 2 years clean now .

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I had an emergency c-section.

When they started to cut me open, I could feel it, so they placed a mask over my face and I knocked out almost immediately.

While I was out, I felt like I was weightless and not me, but my like... I don't know... energy? Like I was floating through a maze and the walls of this maze where a soft, glowing white. There were images and voices beyond the walls. They were familiar and I wanted to stop and listen, but I was moving along through this maze, unable to stop myself. I didn't really try, though. I was just ebbing and flowing along.

Suddenly I felt very, very sad... I knew I had died and I was sad because I wasn't going to see my baby or see him grow up. Then there was a voice, I don't remember if it was male or female, but it was trying to calm and soothe and let me know that all was well and not to worry.

Then I heard my name being called. It was my husband's voice. And then my mom's. And then a nurse. They asked me my name and the date and if I knew where I was. For the life of me I could not open my eyes, though I felt like I was trying very hard to do so. There was a very, very bright door or window, directly across from me.

I kept asking my mom and my husband to close the curtains or close the door. But they were confused. They said there was no window or door, just a blank wall. I asked them to turn off the lights, because it was too bright. They said the lights were dimmed.

I insisted they close the curtains and/or door, please. The light was really, really bothering me. Come to find out, once I did manage to fully open my eyes, there was no door or window, just as they had promised. It was just a blank wall.

Anyway, baby and I are fine, but my husband told me that I had to be resuscitated during the c-section because "they lost me."

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My nana, who died in 2014, had severe asthma all her life and she told this story more than once.

She was watching TV on the couch and fell asleep one day, and woke up in an asthma attack that had no signs of letting up. Also, her inhaler was on the other side of the room. As she coughed and wheezed, she looked up and saw a figure standing in the opposite corner of the room. She's sure it was Death.

Nana, sassy as she was, said "I'm not ready yet, f*ck off!"

And then she found the strength to crawl over and grab her puffer.

Not sure if it was real, or hallucination, but it made for a great story.


I’m not religious in any way or spiritual for the most part but when I tried to kill myself at 19 with an overdose, apparently I died 2 times in the hospital. I vividly remember a bright white light and in the distance, 2 shadows, 1 taller than the other, the taller one wearing a wide brimmed hat. Well, from what I could make out in the silhouette. Without moving in any way, it was like they were throwing memories directly into my brain and I was remembering them except they weren’t my memories. Things I’d never seen before, moments in time I couldn’t have been around for etc. i described this to my mum afterwards who said her parents (who I never met as they died when I was a baby) matched the description. Her dad always wore that style of hat. And the furniture I described in these memories I was given matched what they had in their home. It was almost as if they were throwing memories at me, all they had left, to keep me from coming into the light. Back then I had no purpose in life. Now I have a daughter and life makes perfect sense to me because of her so I’m glad I’m still here. I don’t think of this at all these days but this post reminded me of it.

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This isn't about me but my wife, and she wasn't brought back, but I felt like sharing anyway.

My wife died last week. She had been battling cancer for over a year and it was beyond treatment. When she got pneumonia amd ended up on a ventilator for almost a week with no real improvement we knew we had to let her go.

What happened after that was horribly traumatic for all of us that were present, but one thing about it makes me wonder.

They took her off the ventilator and she continued to breathe on her own for 5 hours, but the breaths were ragged and strained especially for the last hour or two. Towards the end it became very clear we were going to lose her soon.

Let me give a little background before I get to the end. For a couple days she would occasionally open her eyes but they weren't open much, and she would just stare straight ahead, like she wasn't really seeing anything.

So around 10 minutes or so before she officially passed she opened her eyes completely, and stared straight up towards the ceiling. A few minutes later she closed them again, her breath became slower and slower and finally stopped.

I can't speak to what she saw obviously, but she definitely saw something there. I like to think it was something that gave her peace because she finally gave in and let go.


I was in a severe car accident in 2011. I blacked out completely at the first impact, and awoke later. I don’t know how much time passed while I was blacked out, but I was on a rural road about an hour away from any semblance of a town.

After I initially woke up, I couldn’t breathe at all. My whole body and face hurt. I tried to get out of the car and immediately blacked out again. From what I was told afterwards, this is when I “””died”””.

It was just like being asleep. No pain. No bright light. Just warmth and peace. I was in and out of consciousness on the long ride to the hospital. I suffered broken ribs, neck and back, as well as eye damage. But the worse pain was having my head strapped to a hard plastic block for the entire duration of the ambulance ride. It was just intense uncomfortable pain on the back of my head.

I was pretty much blind by the time I got to the hospital, but I specifically remember them removing my shirt, and clapping/ congratulating me. Apparently there was a gnarly bruise on my chest from the seatbelt, and they were just happy that I wore one. I was driving highway 94, which is a dangerous rural road, and a lot of the locals just don’t where seatbelts there, as there’s usually minimal police activity.

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Not me, but my dad. He was 15, on his way to a basketball game with his high school team, when a drunk driver came around the corner and hit their bus. The bus tipped over and my dad’s head got stuck out the window, caught between the guardrail and the bus. Apparently his head left a dent in the guardrail, which has since been replaced.

He describes the stereotypical “bright light” scenario. He saw a white light, and he explains that he heard the voices of deceased loved ones telling him it wasn’t his time to pass. His next memory was waking up in the hospital. He had several surgeries to fix the broken bones in his face. At the time, he was also told he wouldn’t regain use of one of his arms, which was paralyzed. He was, however, able to regain use of it.

If you saw him in person today, you would have no idea something like this happened to him. Aside from some mild psychological trauma and occasional neck pain, he turned out completely normal. I’m lucky to be here.


I was killed in a head on with a semi. Reality turned to vibration and I was sucked out if they back off my skull. I found myself in a void completely comfortable and at peace and knowing full well I was dead. Went through a bit of a life review where a lot of things flashed through my mind and afterwards I saw the light. In my case however the light was actually what my eyes were seeing from my slumped over corpse... I saw my phone on the floor of my truck and had a thought that I wanted to get to the phone to say goodbye to my wife and kids and as I had that thought I was pulled into the light and back into my body. I'm an atheist which makes this whole experience a bit of a mind f*ck for me. I expected nothingness upon death which is exactly what I got but I was still conscious of it which I did not expect. Either way, I've been in pain for 8 years straight now for having pulled through. I'll just embrace death next time.

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I've experienced an NDE before. I was 19 years old. I felt like I was floating, almost like I was flying. I could feel myself get further and further away from my physical body. I vaguely even remember looking back, to see my motionless body below me. Then I kept floating further away, I felt such a calm. If I could describe what true peace felt like, it would be that. My life didn't flash before my eyes. I didn't relive any moments or memories. But I just knew I was dying. Even so, I still felt so calm.

This part might be my imagination but... I do remember complete darkness, at first. Then a tunnel. The tunnel was engulfed in the darkness. The further I went down the tunnel of darkness, then I guess, yeah I saw a bright light at the other end. But I didn't think of it was light but more like warmth. When I got closer to the warmth, that's when I started to float away, looked back for a second at my body, then floated higher into the clouds. It felt like I was going into the clouds...just drifting away, further up and away from my body.

When I was finally fully surrounded by the clouds and no more darkness, that's when I heard a voice. It told me "It's not your time. You must go back." I actually remember replying with "No. Don't make me go back. I want to stay here. I'm finally home." And the voice kept repeating itself "It's not your time. You must go back." I kept saying I didn't want to go back and then I felt something push me. I felt myself falling, fast. Then I woke up coughing, almost choking on air. My chest hurt. It felt like someone had punched my gut and I had the wind knocked out of me. I also felt cold. The warm light and calm feeling was now gone but it's something I'll never forget. As well, eventhough the voice told me it wasn't my time, it felt so peaceful too. Not at all rude nor argumentative. Just.... reassuring and calm. True Peace


I had open heart surgery when I was 18 months old. My first ever memory I have is that of a warmness, like that of an opiate, floating through a galaxy with vivid and beautiful colors. Mostly darkness. I felt no loneliness, no pain, just pure unconditional joy.

Until reading these other comments I thought that my memory was just some made up thing I imagined when I was a little kid, or some mental illness. Perhaps I died during my open heart surgery and was never told about it. I guess I'll never know.


I bled to death giving birth to my son. It was a crazy experience. I lost consciousness and remember panic. I lived a life in the time I was gone — a full one, with my children. It was very peaceful and loving, like a warm, happy blanket. I came to with my son at my breast. They were trying to get my uterus to contract by feeding him to reduce the bleeding. It had given up during delivery, and I had pushed him out with sheer will and no contractions because he was stuck and dying.

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I was in a major traffic accident seven years ago. The dashboard collapsed backward into my legs, snapping them and severing one of my arteries. I died for a short time from blood loss. I felt a comforting warmth and a much-needed break from all the pain. That was short-lived though, and I was suddenly snapped back to reality and pain. I was later told I’d been dead for close to three minutes before they got a pulse back.

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I was put into a coma so it's not the same but it was beautiful. Endless darkness and peace. Just peace. Not even a sense of self. Just an unbelievable feeling of peace and safety. No pain no nothing. Genuinely wish I could go back.


Not me, but my wife had a brain tumor that was (mostly) removed 5 years ago, and she died and was resuscitated during the operation. After she was awake and could communicate, I told her that she died and came back, and asked her if she had any strange experiences. She was surprised and said she didn't remember anything.

But her mother was there in the hospital room and told her that the only reason she lived was because the spirits of her deceased aunt and grandmother had been in the operating room to help. Within a few days she said she remembered seeing her Aunt and Grandmother in the room. A few days after that she remembered her Aunt and Grandmother encouraging her to come back to the living. Now that is the official story anyone gets when my wife talks about it, but I am 99% sure that it's just the power of suggestion that made her change the story.


There was a really good story for a question like this on here. Guy said he lived an entire life basically. Had kids and one day became so fixed on a lamp that he stared at it for days until he woke up in a ambulance.


I’ve come close twice. The first time I was around 9 years old and had a massive heatstroke at a fair. I stood next to myself and watched two women who knew what was happening to me and what to do. I remember thinking of it as mildly interesting and thinking “Huh, so that’s what I look like.” There was no worry or fear but it wasn’t particularly momentous either. Just mildly interesting being temporarily dead. When I came back around I was wondering why everyone was looking at me the way they were, being a child I thought they were all mad at me so I kept what happened to myself.

The second time was when my appendix burst. I was an adult and had that blackness that was warm and embracing, just true peace. Then I was in my living room sitting on the couch, very comfortable and content. It was not a dream version of my living room either, everything was just as I left it when the ambulance came. Threadbare at the seams of the couch arms, that stain on the carpet I can’t get out, the clock that ticks a little too loud stuff your brain won’t recreate while dreaming.

My grandfather was there, and I spoke to him briefly before I realized he’d been dead for two years. I didn’t feel a sense of worry just a matter-of-fact awareness that I was in some sort of trouble. (The sky is blue, water is wet, I am dying) I told him that something was wrong with me and I didn’t think I would be okay. He smiled at me and told me it would be okay. I then felt like I had one of those falling dreams but the most extreme version you can imagine.

I can say for certain, that blackness is very inviting. It’s like being awake for 48 hours, while on a road trip with the flu and then finally being able to climb into your own bed at home. The rest of it could have just been my brain firing on all cylinders and giving me something nice to ease the transition or it could have been real. I don’t know, maybe what’s there is waiting for me maybe it’s not. It’s not frightening though. Everything that proceeded it is, but the act itself is nothing to fear.


Does anyone else believe in an afterlife? Or that you can contact the dead through dreams ? I was brought up religious, and although I’m not religious as much anymore, these dreams I experienced give me a sense of hope, that we never fully “disappear”.

My Mum’s dad (grandad) passed away. Around 8 months later, I woke up from a dream where my grandad had returned. Dream: My whole family were sitting outside, it was a summer afternoon and we were having a bbq. My grandad was sitting down, surrounded by the whole family, explaining how peaceful dying is. He jokingly mentioned how he met a famous actor that had also passed (can’t remember the actors name now). He told me he loved me and missed me. I said “grandad, I’m so happy you’re back.” I woke up from that dream, and thought “hmm that was strange.” While driving to school I told my Dad “hey dad I had the weirdest dream about grandad last night”, and then my Dad said “me too?”. And here’s the freaky part… he described the EXACT dream that I had, word for word. Same location, people, etc. he said he knew it was grandad by the way he made jokes about the actor- he still had his same humour. We were so shocked. And that’s not even his father, it’s my mum’s.

My Dad also had a dream about his own father who had passed. They were driving along an old country road and his dad said “you’re the only one who can see me. Everyone else can only hear me.”

Later that day, his mother called him and said “do you know what’s strange? Whenever I dream about your father, I can never see him, I can only hear him?”

????? Coincidence or not, that definitely gave me a new perspective on the afterlife.


I had a blocked artery from afib I basically fell asleep but woke up immediately. I was in the er which I had little memory of arriving at to begin with. My mom was there and when she realized I was awake she went up to hug me but stoped bc of the wire in my arm and kissed me on the head saying “I’m so glad I have you, lord knows what I would do if I didn’t have you” she sat back down and asked if I wanted anything. I said no and just partially walked out of the room to tell them I was awake. after what felt like 20 or so minutes a doctor came in and explained the wire in my arm and a bunch of other afib stuff and how they were going to keep me there. But the important take away from the interaction was that he was wearing black gloves. After that I tried to adjust myself in the bed while my mom and the nurse were talking about prescriptions. My elbows just dug into the bed, like straight sank into it to the point where I started to fall in. It felt like my back was grinding on ice, but then I woke up again. This time I was surrounded by doctors that were trying to resuscitate me and putting the wire in my arm. It was the same doctor who I thought I talked to before putting the wire in who I recognized from his hair color. I don’t really remember a lot after that bc I kind off just dosed back off and after that it was just darkness. To not make this too long I woke up in the same scenario I talked about before happened but this time the doctor who came in was wearing white gloves. Same doctor different gloves. Everything else was the same, the way the tears dried on my moms face the blood splatter near the iv.The gloves stood out to me bc I had never seen a doctor wear black gloves before. I haven’t told anyone bc it was just a lot easier to not be hounded with questions as a teenager who wanted as little to do with anyone anywhere.


I watched the person resuscitating me from above and behind them at about ceiling level. Then I was back in my body while I heard a strong (50-60 mph) wind blowing.

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I overdosed on Ativan after the death of my son. My heart lost proper rhythm for six minutes and I had to be shocked back.

I remember a forest, where time wasn't and my son was there. He told me that he always knew I loved him (he was nonverbal in life) and he and I spent enough time there for him to grow to adulthood. I'm sure that a lot of that was the effects of the Ativan but I had such complete peace when I woke up. I was done with su*cide attempts over his death after that.

Was it informed by my beliefs? Dunno. But I got the closure I needed. And that's all that really matters.


Not me but my grandfather. He had a heart attack and he said before they shocked him back it was the most peaceful experience of his life. I hope his actual death 20 years later was just as peaceful.


I have died on 5 separate occasions after going into anaphylactic shock, before being diagnosed as having a sesame allergy. Like dead dead. No heartbeat, no breathing, skin that had turned blue, etc. EMT and doctors had to work on me to bring me back. Twice they thought they wouldn't be able to.

I saw mountains and seas, clear blue skies as far as the eye could see. I could close my eyes and instantly go from mountain peak to mountain peak, soar through the clouds just by thinking it. I could do anything my mind allowed as I was not confined by a body or laws of physics. It was complete peace, and I had a feeling of being part of everything. Like I could feel the mountains, the seas, the clouds and the wind, not touch them sort of feel, but I could feel them as if they were part of me.

Then I would feel something like being pulled. Not physically, but almost like a Siren song that I could not ignore, and I would wake up in a hospital.

It was not at all scary and I am no longer afraid of death, just how death will come.


Warm, dark, and heard my late best friends voice, kept telling me to keep trying


Just blackness sinking into the abyss. There is a moment of clarity where you have to decide. Should I stay or should I go now. Sound more than sight seems to connect me to this world. I most vividly recall my friend freaking out. I felt like I couldn’t do him dirty like that. He would of had some explaining to do, we were so young, so I came back.


Friend of mine was learning to propel down a building, froze up and free fell to the ground and died. He said it was a very comfortable blackness and a distant light that was beckoning him, like he knew that going over to that light was what he should do (but he didn't have to). The light was warm and comforting. He was revived in the ambulance. Says he doesn't fear dying anymore.


Just blackness and a really warm and comfortable feeling like if you were being hugged by a bed but i could hear a low muffled sound of people talking.


A warm fuzzy silver room, last best memory with family all around but only in shadow form watching tv, everything was so fuzzy and shakey.. I think the warmth came from pissing myself during a grand mal seizure. It was a comfortable feeling though..


I overdosed woke up in the hospital. It was all black nothing no thoughts no visions. Then it all slowly faded away. I woke up unable to speak English…only Spanish…I am completely white. The doctors brought in Spanish speaking nurses and doctors. When I was sobering up I started speaking English again and they were all so confused as to why I was not speaking English prior. I now major in Spanish and am becoming a teacher. Although I spoke alittle Spanish prior due to working in fields and packing sheds, when I woke up I was fluent. So unbelievably odd, after that my ability to speak grew exponentially


I nearly died from the “elevator game” in 93. Friend passed me out and I stayed out, apparently convulsing for about 60 sec. When I came out of it I was freaking out and crying because I had just traveled through a tunnel of lights and images and had a life review followed by white light and then I was gasping for air freaking out. At the time I didn’t know about life reviews and described it as traveling through tunnels of electricity and light and saw my whole life.

I also drowned when I was a little kid and had an out of body experience where I saw my cousin run up to the lake house and get help, I was viewing this from about 30 feet above the dock I had fallen under. I did not see the adults approach as I was looking up by then rising into blue white sky. Then my dad pulled me out of the lake by my hair.


I remember nothing other than going to sleep the night before, then waking up being covered in endless monitors, drips ect and absolutely nothing in between. I actually said to my other half if i wasn’t resussed i wouldn’t have known a thing. Rather scary and comforting at the same time.


There was nothing at first. I slowly started to hear voices. At first it was low mumbles. Then, for a few seconds I thought I was dreaming. I began to understand what the voices were saying and realized that it was a serious situation and I felt anxious and worried then I opened my eyes and was super groggy and felt like I wanted everyone to go away and stop helping me.


I felt myself slipping into darkness. A darkness so black but it wasn’t scary. Peaceful I guess. Idk. Warmth idk. Just slipping into darkness. Then they revived me and I looked up at the very handsome emts surrounded me. And I asked where am I? Never saw such a group of relieved men ever.

Anyway. If death is like this. Im no longer scared. What scares me is being forced to live on in cancer ridden pain. Or wasting away with dementia


I haven't died but my grandmother has been in a few seriously bad car crashes where she has died & then brought back. She just says all she remembers is darkness. Just a black , grim sadness.


It’s just nothing, man - hate to break it to ya


On the 14th of August 2018 my dad called me in to the living room because he needed help with something, so when I got there I asked what I needed to do and right then my vision disappeared, my words began to mix up and I fell down and my heart stopped. Thanks to my mom having studied a lot of medical stuff she began doing CPR and my dad called 112 (911) and an ambulance arrived within minutes. I woke up about half an hour later in my living room with 4 medics around me and they began asking me a bunch of stuff and I didn't understand anything. After a few minutes I began to understand them and they were asking me to move X limb, try to smile, try to stick your tongue out...I couldn't move a muscle, not even my eyelids, all I could do was cry, so I did. They quickly brought me to the ER and I stayed in the hospital for another 8 hours while they did all types of tests on me but they didn't find a single thing wrong with me, I was in perfect condition and they didn't understand it. I have no lasting damage from it but I have to do a medical check once a year just incase.


Not a personal experience but I literally asked a friend this the other day. They drowned and then came back and said it was like someone simply clipped a section of film from the reel then taped the ends together. Just dying one second, coughing up water the next.


Double whammy here.

First time was an untreated asthma attack because my 12 year old self was too insecure to ask my friend's mom to drive me 2 hours home so I could get my spare inhaler as mine had run out.

Second was su*cide at 18 years old.

Never could recall what it was like, until I got accidentally high on lethal amounts of pre-workout and apparently filled 4 pages of a sketch book with extremely tiny writing (my friends and I literally had to use a magnifying glass it was so small) of what both experiences were like.

To summarize it here without all the Tolkien;

"She was cold, and soothing. Like dew soaked fertilizer on an autumn morning. I'm angry that the closest word in this English language to describe her is "Abyss", for it is not nearly enough. When she first appeared to me, she welcomed me and calmed my fears and anxiety. She'd waited so long for me, and was glad I had finally come to her.

When next I saw her, she was just as soothing and welcoming. She had missed me terribly, but I could not be with her. It was not my time, this was not right and I had strayed from my purpose that she had learned of in my absence. By wings I did not recognize, I was lifted from her embrace, and returned to this infantismal existence."

Since then I've lived extremely vicariously, with little care for risk to myself. I will never kill myself again, because for whatever reason knowing that that isn't my fate is strangely reassuring. The other part of me wants to return to "Her", whoever she is. Despite 4 blackened pages of Tolkien-esque descriptions of that entity, I do not know what they are. Death, fate, karma, the afterlife? I do not know. But apparently their true name is "the epitome on contentment, of nuture and security, of cool darkness that protects from the searing of starlight. Abyss will never amount to her name, but it is all this pitiful language has that comes closest."

I've lived by the mantra, "God either cannot kill me, or needs me for what's to come."

Whenever I feel existential, I remind myself of the latter.

When I'm feeling edgy, it's the former.

I do not know what pantheon, if any, she may be from. Or what she even actually is.

But..... yeah.


Very peaceful nothingness. Like a really good nap.

I woke up in a lot of f*cking pain though cause they had to break my ribs resuscitating me. And then when I was recovered from drowning and my broken ribs, I spent the next while in a long-term psych facility for kids.


Nope. I remember hearing something like a 1950’s radio being tuned out/off the station and then I woke up 29 hours later. I (apparently) woke up finishing what I was saying. Pronounced dead on scene by ambulance crew after suffering head injury. They got my vitals kicking after about a 90 seconds of cpr. Woke up in the hospital. Didn’t feel a thing.


I bled out after getting jumped and tortured. My heart didn't stop but I remember feeling all the warmth leave my body. I remember drifting in and out on the concrete hoping someone would find me. When I realized no one was coming to help me I just sort of accepted it. I didn't want to die but I was okay with it. After all the warmth left I felt like I was being coddled in a dark cloud. I started to hear people talking to me. I remember hearing my grandma who had died years earlier telling me I had to get up and leave. I tried to explain that I couldn't see anything but then all the voices stopped. Then I saw a hand come out of the darkness and caress my bloody face. This is when I came back to consciousness and realized it was a man (later I realized it was an EMT.) He wasn't caressing my face but was cleaning blood off me. I tried to jump up as my fight or flight started to kick back in. I was in an ambulance but all I could smell was blood and flesh and I was panicking. Didn't even take 1 guy to push me back down because I had lost so much blood. I've never been religious and I never will be but this experience really made me question life. I was in a bad place at the time. Selling drugs and hurting people often who would try and steal them from me. What really made me do a 180 with my life is that I can't get the memory of all of those people talking in barely audible voices out of my head. Again I'm not religious but I do think that whatever I was hearing saved my life. Every time I remember hearing my grandma tell me I couldn't stay, I get the feeling I wasn't supposed to live but by some miracle I was able to stay alive. My family doesn't know about this and I guess the only person I have told in real life is my girlfriend. Death doesn't scare me anymore but never having truly lived scares me so much. I try my best every day to make people's lives better. Of course I'm human and sometimes I slip up but I think that if I've been given another chance or whatever you want to call it I shouldn't waste it.


I was the victim of assault with an aluminum baseball bat. Hit 3x from behind. Didn’t pass out initially, just a lot of blood. They took me to the hospital and they had to intubate me and I can remember it very vividly. I started to flatline I guess about the time that they started it.

I came out of my body and floated above the table. Went through the doors just like I was floating, saw my parents with their church members praying in a circle around the ambulance outside the hospital. I was swept away into the clouds into a light that was so warm and inviting and through the bright and vivid light k saw my grandmother who’s been dead since 1998 and she looked so young and healthy while trimming her flowers in a garden. I tried speaking to her but couldn’t. She acted like she couldn’t hear me although I felt that I was screaming at the top of my lungs. Then almost instantly I was whisked away from the light, even though I wanted to stay, I couldn’t. I started falling into a deep and dark place that felt almost like the light was being sucked out of the room. It was an Erie and awful feeling to say the least. About the time that I was reaching what I felt was the end I woke up in a major hospital about 2 hours north of our home.

I explained these things to everyone around me that would listen and my momma cried and cried because there was no way that I would’ve known about the prayer circle outside without experiencing that.

Truly amazing experience.


When I was about 9 or 10 I was playing in the ocean and got swept by the current, which ended up taking me to a dock. I was slammed into the side of a boat and knocked unconscious.

I don't remember anything except waking up on the shore. Honestly I don't even know if I was given CPR or if I just got a nasty concussion and got knocked out for a second. There wasn't a big deal made about it and my family didn't even really know what happened. My sister says I came back pale as a ghost and that I told her what happened, but no one else knew.

Sometimes I wonder if I actually did wake up or not, ha.


My friend was in a really bad car accident with her 3 kids. Her oldest, he died 3 times and was brought back, kept in a coma, lived in the hospital for like 8 months and had to relearn who everyone was to him (including mom and dad) and learn walking, talking, etc. It took him 2 years to talk about it with his mom. He admitted he did not remember anyone and just had to believe what everyone else was telling him. He described death as a feeling of being part of the universe and all sorts of colors. He says it made him feel like he was floating thru the universe. It was an insanely stressful time, but when he describes it himself, those moments for him, were beautiful.


Everything feels calm and peaceful. I saw a bright light . I was asked if I was done, I said no . Back to pain.


At 12 I almost drowned in a pool surrounded by my family. I remember hearing their muffled voices, splashing, and laughter slowly fading until all I could hear was my heartbeat. I panicked for a bit and then that went away too and the last thing I felt was just a warm peacefulness and a vast darkness. It wasn’t scary at all.


I recall my last request and thank you in prayer, in the back of a ambulance. White soft light and a floating feeling. I awoke 5 days later with enormous amounts of brain fog. Told I crashed twice both times over 6 minutes. I am back with a new mindset.


Wheeled into ER having a heart attack, a LOT of people around in the room, one specific person in my face telling me to "remain calm, everyone's here to help, here's what's going on..." then I hear "CODE BLUE". Then nothing. Woke up the next day in ICU. I'm not afraid if the possiblity of the afterlife anymore.


5 years ago suffered a overdose on heroin, at the time I was dating my dealers daughter and living in his house. Now keep in mind that the house was not a trap house by any means,it was a nice house but that's besides the point. One day I was hanging out with him and he offered me a new batch , I accepted and after doing my line I nodded and noticed it was hard to breathe and before I knew it I saw a blurry white light and to this day I swear I heard my parents who were long gone telling me it was not my time then I came too, my dealer over me saying that if I died he would of buried me in his garden. He had given me narcan and after I came to gave me a smoke . Scariest moment of my life


Like others have said, it was just black. It was like being unconscious.


Small back story - I grew up in an old farm house, we were extremely poor and lived in poverty and my dad was the laziest guy you could ever know. - we didn't have heat so he half assed a wood stove in a room in our house. He didn't fit the chimney pipe long enough so it poured smoke in the home and we all smelled like we lived next to a camp fire (going to school was fun, because it just gave kids even more reason to make my life hell at school as well) One time, when I was really young (I'd say around 12-13) I was extremely cold, and decided to sleep right next to the wood stove.. Smoke poured in through the night and I don't remember even going to sleep, but I woke up around 2-3am from the most peaceful sleep I had ever ever had in my entire life. Like Nothing I had ever felt before. The room was filled with smoke and I got out quickly after opening the window to let it all out.

I didn't know it then, but I know now, that I had died from smoke inhalation, and then came back to life.


Nothing just blackness. Changed how I feel about everything.


Uh, got choked on a hot dog. Stood up to try an run to puke it out. Hit the floor like a tree. Woke up 20 seconds later- IDK if I was near death or not but the doc said the impact of my gut hitting the floor probably broke it lose. Anyway, it was darkness.


Not me but my Step Dad was dead for 45 minutes. He is a Pentecostal Preacher and has been for many years. He said dying is like blinking. One minute here one minute there. I asked him what he experienced. He said he saw the Gates of Heaven. Massive massive structure that was indescribably beautiful. He felt a peace like he had never felt before. He heard a voice saying that it wasn't his time and he needs to go back. My step dad said I don't want to go back. The voice said something along the lines of but you must. Then blink and he's back on earth. He's never really been scared of dying due to his faith so he kind of just acts the same haha.


I remember I was in the hospital dying from a heart virus, I remember I left my body. I also remember seeing all my doctor's outside of my body, and I remember naming everyone of them where they surrounded my body trying to save my life. I told them everything I saw, when I was revived, and they were amazed they wondered if I was awake somehow.

I asked them did my heart stop they said for a bit. I remember when I was there dying there was pain intense pain in my chest I was in a coma because of my sickness? I couldn't get up or wake up, I remembered there was a nurse named Miss Allison who whispered in my ear, and talked to me everyday even tho I couldn't respond. She told me before I was going to possibly die" [fake name] Toby you are going to have to suffer first before things get better. " Soon the moment after my Operation began, and that's when it happened I died temporarily. I remember I did see the light, and I was in like a warm comforting place I felt no pain or suffering. There was complete darkness as soon as I left my body, and went up high into the sky it felt like I was shot straight up then when I was higher enough farther from earth everything went dark. I don't know how to explain this to u cause it's unexplainable. Everything was dark but then there was a light I noticed I wasn't walking towards no light how they show people, and tell people in the movies don't go into the light it was not like that, more like It was magnetically attracting me, and I didn't have a physical body, I was just complete energy? I do remember crossing over to a heavenly realm, i didn't quite believe in god but I will try not to discuss this more of it for the sake of personal interest.

But I will tell u one thing I learned from that place in heaven or some higher realm of existence. Everyone goes to heaven, including atheists Muslims, pagans, Jews. It turns out when I asked will I go to heaven cause I wasn't christian the gate keeper of this heavenly realm wasn't surprised at my question at all. He told me that God is not bound by one religion all beliefs in a way that practice, kindness love, and compassion leads to him. It is actions on earth that cause u to go to hell, and even hell they describe it isn't forever it's just until you learn your lessons, and have empathy for what you did on earth.

Another part about miss Allison when I woke up, and asked for her. They said there's no Nurse Allison who works here that's when I knew miss Allison was a angel or spirit of some kind.


Just black. Lights off. Then boom... awake.


People with cystic fibrosis die often and talk about this. They say that no matter how prepared they thought they were, when it actually happens the whole brain f*cking panics, scrambling to reorganize its resources to avoid death, and that it ends in nothing.
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