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I've twice been resuscitated from cardiac arrest.
They were by far the most horrifying experiences of my life.
Each of the two events seemed to me to last for an eternity.
I had no idea what was happening to me.
I could feel my entire body flopping up and down, having the daylights beat out of me from the CPR, with waves of electricity and mind-blinding flashes of horribly white-hot bright light coursing through me from the use of the defibrillators.
The very long, very slow return of my consciousness was as if I was trillions of miles from anywhere, inside of the deepest, darkest cave that could possibly be imagined.
The incredible loneliness that I felt during the events was excruciating.
After my returns to life, with me then watching the self-congratulatory behavior of the teams who participated in yanking me back to this realm, with them having absolutely no regard for my feelings in regard to what they'd just done to me only served to make my feelings of loneliness much more pervasive.
I feel that not all of me made it back to this side, with the possibility that portions of other disembodied spirits became tangled up and brought back with mine while I was "over there", wherever "over there" was.
The fun hasn't ended since my heart was restored to beating normally, either.
The ongoing PTSD that I experience ever since the actual resuscitation events make me feel as if I'm some sort of zombie-like creature, no longer human.
I've communicated with many other SCARs (Sudden Cardiac Arrest Resuscitatees) since I've undergone my little joyrides.
I've found that the majority of us feel as I do, that we should have been allowed to peacefully pass on.
Diving off the coast of South Africa when I was the least experienced diver with 3 others who had all their own gear and lights cameras etc., and we were diving a wreck which I had never done at over 30m depth. It was cold and I was tired then I went down with one of them and when the wreck loomed above me with a massive hole which was the cause of the sinking and I just had visions of all sorts of things in there that gave me the heebie geebies and I was NOT going in.
I can’t relate explicitly because i’ve never been diving. But your story reminds me of a couple of my own. I used to skydive. The first time i rode a jump plane to 15,000 feet, i experienced hypoxia. I chickened out of the jump because i wasn’t comfortable jumping from the plane while i felt very light headed, borderline dizzy.
The other story takes place at Mammoth Caves in Kentucky. Touring the caves with my girlfriend and her teen son, we get to a portion where we could break off with a separate guide and go spelunking. I wanted to do it and so did the boy, but my girlfriend was claustrophobic. She insisted that she would be okay if we went without her. However, they have to measure you to make sure you’ll fit through the tightest spaces. I was too big around the chest and probably too broad at the shoulders. I’m not usually claustrophobic, but i was a tiny bit relieved when i failed the measurements. I’ve never really been packed into a tight space like that. It might have unlocked a new fear. Ell oh ell!
Do you still dive?
I haven't dived since but would like to again as well as conquer the wreck dive experience. I'm in no rush mind.
The sky diving you mentioned reminded me of my first static line jump as the 2nd stick first jumper I fell out of the aircraft before being told to go.
After reading of your spelunking experience I recall reading about some guy getting trapped face down in this situation where he could not retrieve himself and ended up dying from being stuck underground upside-down. Not for me if I'm honest.
Thank you for the future nightmares. This is why I stopped watching horror movies 😭 Anyway... I'd say my scariest experience were two. Both include almost losing my parents. My father had an accident 3 years ago. It was really bad. My mum had some serious illness when I was in my early teens. She miraculously survived. I am mych older now but the thought of losing my parents is really scary.
Other than that, I remember being stalked and grabbed by a man whom I politely declined more than few times, but he didn't take no for an answer. He almost got inside my home after I decided to completely ignore him everywhere.
Walking alone for the first time from my coaching centre to McDonald's. A guy followed me.
Will never walk alone again.
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Giving CPR to my wife and having to realise it was too late.
stop trying to ruin my high lol
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