One of the greatest mysteries known to man is what happens to us after we die. Many religions espouse various beliefs as to what happens, but that’s really all they are, “beliefs.”
No one has 100% concrete proof of what occurs when life ends which is what makes these stories shared on Reddit of people who died then were revived all the more interesting.
Are these stories truly what we should expect when we die or just memories of people who came VERY close to death with no basis in the afterlife? Once again, we have no idea, but they’re fascinating either way.
I got sepsis from tools used over at a dentist. I went to the dentist feeling fine. Happy that I finally got the work done that I needed. I went out shopping with my mom and had a lovely time. Around 7PM I started feeling dizzy. I had just flown in from Japan, so I assumed it was jetlag and fell asleep.
I woke up in the middle of the night with a 42 celcius fever and I couldn’t lift my head high enough to puke on the floor, so I puked all over myself, the bed and my lovely concerned dog. I tried to yell out to my mother but I didn’t even have the strength to do that. Luckily, the sounds of me vomiting was enough to wake her up.
I vomited so much I was vomiting the lining of my stomach as I had no more food left in me. My mother carried me to the car and drove me to the emergency room.
Once arrived at the hospital I was put on the most uncomfortable bed ever and drifted off. I couldn’t stay awake. That’s when I saw nurses and doctors around me injecting me with things and shouting. I remember thinking that it must be serious if a doctor was shouting, as they usually don’t show panic.
I was lucid enough to laugh internally thinking “Wow.. I must be really sick if I don’t even freak out over all of these injections” and then it happened, I saw my mom crying and I thought “Holy shit.. this must be for real.”
And as soon as I thought that, I fell asleep. I say asleep, but I died. for exactly 2 minutes. It really feels like falling asleep, but.. for me it was beyond peaceful.
It felt like you didn’t really have to worry about anything anymore and obviously in my case – I didn’t feel sick anymore.
As someone that was once suicidal – this was actually a horribly dangerous feeling as for the first time I got confirmation that dying wasn’t all that scary.
I woke up seven days later in the hospital. It took me another seven to start eating and they told me that I more than likely got sepsis from infected tools at the dentist.
The scariest part was after that happened – I no longer feared dying. So I consciously try to pull myself out of a depression whenever I feel it coming.
But – for whoever is scared that their loved one felt pain in death, I can honestly say – it’s a very peaceful feeling. ~ Axesta
When I was 14 and at a party, I drank way too fucking much. (I was sort of an alcoholic even at that age, due to easy access to alcohol at the time. Also a family full of alcoholics who didn’t give a fuck.)
Woke up on the bathroom floor vomiting my guts out, in and out of consciousness. I could faintly hear my brother in the background, calling for an ambulance.
Woke up in a hospital bed where the doctor said I had been dead for 2 minutes, but they managed to revive me. My BAC was 0.56.
In my experience, being dead was like being asleep. Absolutely no difference. No flashbacks, no afterlife that I could recall… It was exactly like sleeping. Very peaceful. ~ z91x
I was in a serious car accident (hit by a drunk driver) a week before my high school graduation. Without going into all the gory details, I lost so much blood that they declared me dead. Although I do not remember much, between the rescue workers extracting me from my car and a tree and waking up three weeks later, I do remember feeling very warm and seeing lights. I’ve always believed it was due to medications and moving between areas with different lighting, but I’m open to otherworldly suggestions. ~ deag_bullet
I was 16 years old and encountered tachycardia for the first time. Went to the ER with my mom, not really thinking it was a big deal (hardly any symptoms aside from high heart rate). I didn’t realize how intense the situation was until two cardiologists and several nurses rushed me to what looked like an operating room of sorts.
Again, I didn’t really know the full extent of what was happening, I felt pretty normal and never had a history of heart issues up until then. However, my mom worked in the medical field for several decades and I could see the utter fear and concern on her face.
Fast forward to the doctors trying to slow my heart down but couldn’t. Last resort is some drug that essentially stops your heart and resets it at a normal beat. Right as they’re giving me the drug, they warn me I might feel a heavy weight on my chest.
What a fucking understatement. Felt like someone was bit by bit, squeezing all the air and life out of me. Eventually the room went black and a feeling of peace came over me, like I was going to sleep. I didn’t see anything good or bad, just emptiness.
When I awoke, I assumed only a few seconds had passed. Instead, the drug caused my heart to stop for 10 minutes or so and the doctors were trying to revive me, assuming I was dead given the flat line.
I’m 27 now and two years ago I had a second episode happen. Luckily, when they gave me the drug I didn’t pass out, yet I was forcing myself to stay awake, I didn’t want to die again. ~ minusthelela
Had a heart attack last year and my heart stopped 3 times in the ER. Apparently, each time they shocked me back I “woke up” (how it felt) and told the staff a different knock-knock joke each time.
No lights or whatever, just felt like sleep. ~ altburger69
I died of a drug overdose and was revived in the ambulance. I don’t remember anything. ~ I_Only_Smoke_Drugs
Two months ago I was OD’d on anesthesia in an oral surgeons office. Coded in the ER and was dead for under a minute, but fuck it, it counts.
Between me going out and me waking up in the ICU there is nothing. No black void, lost loved ones, messages from the other side. Nothing. Processing it since then, I don’t know if there’s nothingness is comforting or terrifying. ~ Hobojesse
Complete peace and serenity. Cannot be put into words. I felt something, maybe a being, guiding me with the purest and strongest love. I was about 10 at the time. Dying felt amazing, and I know this post sounds like so many other experiences, but it’s true. ~ 9symphonien
I had this montage of regrets (really cliche I know) blast through my mind. Kind of a turning point for me. ~ calgarykid
Stupidly mixed alcohol, meds and summer heat (young and stupid). Smoked a “self made cigarette”, the area used to be popular for shops where you go in and pick your flavors and what not… well, they also laced it with spice I think (very common in the area as well).
Anyway. I started feeling faint then eventually passed out. Was carried back to my apartment, husband at the time refused to call 911. I stopped breathing multiple times and according to friends and said husband heart stopped.
I remember darkness except for where I was standing. It was as if I was standing on tiles that would light up only if I stepped on them. I saw something a little in the distance so walked towards it (in retrospect, kinda dumb to walk towards the light haha). At the end was my best friend who had died on a platform on these little tiles.
I hugged hug and screamed at him begging him to let me stay with him. He pushed me off slowly and told me it was ok, but I couldn’t stay, I “have to go back, it’s not time.” I screamed for him as I felt myself being pulled away from him. He kept saying it will be ok, I had to fight because it wasn’t time. The light around him grew drarker.
I woke up gasping for air and trying to call his name. My husband and best friend was standing over me, shaking me trying to get me to breathe and wake up fully. ~ truevindication
I’ve had quite a few surgeries in my life due to two bouts with cancer and a genetic joint disorder. Out of the 33 surgeries, I only remember two. I had to have my left hip replaced when I was 17. I had an accident combined with my disorder and it needed to be done. I’m still hazy on the details, but I didn’t do well with the anesthesia and I ended up dead for about two minutes. All I remember is thinking that I needed to see my mom. Everything spun, there was a buzing in my ears and I needed my mom. Next thing I remember was waking up in a new room with a tube in my throat. ~ FisterMantasticPHD
I had an allergic reaction to something I ate and passed out while i was splashing water on my face. At some point my heart stopped and got restarted while i was in the ambulance on the way to the hospital.
I remember a feeling of being sucked backwards, extremely slowly like being pulled through water and this blackness fading in and out. At one point it faded back in and i was staring out at a garden. It wasnt filled with flowers, just dust and patchy grass. There was a playground with a merry-go-round in the middle and two children running around it. A boy and a girl.
It’s difficult to describe but I got the feeling that i could choose if i wanted to stay or leave, but everytime I tried to go back I was held in place. I went through all the reasons I wanted to go back, and when I told the presence I didn’t want to abandon my mother whatever held me finally let go. I snapped back into my body. Heart had stopped for six minutes. ~ IDiedForABit
About 5 years ago I had to get some pretty major surgery. I have had several over the years and this was going to be the last one.
I always get nervous about having surgery, but this time I knew something was going to go wrong. It sounds silly but I felt so strongly about it that I wrote a will and left it on my dresser just in case.
Anyway, things go wrong during the surgery and I start to bleed out. Things went even further south and then my heart stopped beating. I found out later that I was dead for several minutes.
Now I don’t know if this was real or a hallucination or a mixture of the two.
I woke up in what looked like space but there wasn’t any stars or light. I wasn’t floating so to speak, I was just there. I wasn’t hot/cold, hungry, tired, just a peaceful neutral kind of thing. I knew there was light and love somewhere nearby but I had no urge or need to go to it right away.
I remember thinking over my life, but it wasn’t like a montage. More like I was idly flipping through a book and snippets stood out here and there.
I don’t remember making a decision to stay or go back, I just woke up in the ICU two days later.
Whatever it was, it changed my thoughts on a few things. I am still afraid to die, but I’m not worried about what happens after that. ~ monitormonkey
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