Sensei
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- Nov 4, 2019
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I might get flak for this post, but I feel that I need to share this with someone. I can't discuss it with my family and friends because they don't know that I'm this suicidal and I don't know how they would react if I told them.
I'm bipolar and get vicious depressive episodes. The last one wore me down completely. I became so tired of life that I started taking potentially, but not necessarily lethal doses of strong alcohol and grinded poppy pods, the latter notoriously difficult to dose and the cause of many deaths. I felt calm and relaxed when I was in the "twilight zone" and didn't know if I would live or die, and tried to convince myself that if I died, it would be an accident and not really my fault. I guess you could call those moments a kind of half-hearted suicide attempts.
At one point I took a stronger dose and was unconscious for at least sixteen hours. I don't know if I was close to fatal respiratory depression, but I'd like to think I was. In any case, when I woke up, I was more ill than I probably ever have been in my whole life. I could barely breathe, had a violent headache, was extremely dizzy and nauseous, couldn't stand up, vomited cascades. It felt as if I was slowly suffocating to death. I was more desperate than I think I've ever been in my whole life and prayed to God on my bare knees that it should end, even though I'm essentially an atheist. This experience has made me somewhat hesitant about exiting and careful about which method to use. I fear the thought of having to go through something similar when I leave.
To get to the point, after those sixteen hours of unconsciousness, a vision had been etched into my mind. It was a vision of a dimly lit and slightly winding path, a bit like a walkway lit by lamps in a park at night. The scene was surrounded by trees and total darkness; I couldn't exactly see the trees, only the silhouette of the foliage. Everything was sort of coloured in pale sepia, like a faded photo from bygone times. There were no tunnels, no bright lights, no people, no entities, nothing but this mystical path. I couldn't see where it led, or I simply didn't think about it. It wasn't a scary or depressing scene, but it was a bit uncanny, because it was unnaturally still and silent. I've included a couple of pictures below which are the closest to my vision that I've been able to find, but they are by no means identical to what I saw.
Now, I've essentially been an apatheist with a strong leaning towards atheism since I was a child. I know that this most probably was a dream or a hallucination and that I should forget about it, but I simply can't. It pops up in my mind at the most unexpected occasions and I've thought much about what it can mean. It doesn't scare me, but it makes me feel a little bit weird when I see pictures or visit places which resemble my vision, however vaguely. Since I believe that I was close to fatal respiratory depression, it has made me wonder if there might be life after death after all, or at least something in the borderland between life and death. I don't know what to think about this. I think one life is plenty and have no desire for another. If I decide to go to sleep among the stars, I want to sleep in peace. Above all, and this is really superstitious, I don't want to become a lonely shadow haunting the realm of the living.
I wonder if anyone here has had a similar vision, i.e. of a path? If you just think this is superstitious and delusional bullshit, it would be interesting to hear your thoughts on why my subconscious mind made me see this particular vision.
I'm bipolar and get vicious depressive episodes. The last one wore me down completely. I became so tired of life that I started taking potentially, but not necessarily lethal doses of strong alcohol and grinded poppy pods, the latter notoriously difficult to dose and the cause of many deaths. I felt calm and relaxed when I was in the "twilight zone" and didn't know if I would live or die, and tried to convince myself that if I died, it would be an accident and not really my fault. I guess you could call those moments a kind of half-hearted suicide attempts.
At one point I took a stronger dose and was unconscious for at least sixteen hours. I don't know if I was close to fatal respiratory depression, but I'd like to think I was. In any case, when I woke up, I was more ill than I probably ever have been in my whole life. I could barely breathe, had a violent headache, was extremely dizzy and nauseous, couldn't stand up, vomited cascades. It felt as if I was slowly suffocating to death. I was more desperate than I think I've ever been in my whole life and prayed to God on my bare knees that it should end, even though I'm essentially an atheist. This experience has made me somewhat hesitant about exiting and careful about which method to use. I fear the thought of having to go through something similar when I leave.
To get to the point, after those sixteen hours of unconsciousness, a vision had been etched into my mind. It was a vision of a dimly lit and slightly winding path, a bit like a walkway lit by lamps in a park at night. The scene was surrounded by trees and total darkness; I couldn't exactly see the trees, only the silhouette of the foliage. Everything was sort of coloured in pale sepia, like a faded photo from bygone times. There were no tunnels, no bright lights, no people, no entities, nothing but this mystical path. I couldn't see where it led, or I simply didn't think about it. It wasn't a scary or depressing scene, but it was a bit uncanny, because it was unnaturally still and silent. I've included a couple of pictures below which are the closest to my vision that I've been able to find, but they are by no means identical to what I saw.
Now, I've essentially been an apatheist with a strong leaning towards atheism since I was a child. I know that this most probably was a dream or a hallucination and that I should forget about it, but I simply can't. It pops up in my mind at the most unexpected occasions and I've thought much about what it can mean. It doesn't scare me, but it makes me feel a little bit weird when I see pictures or visit places which resemble my vision, however vaguely. Since I believe that I was close to fatal respiratory depression, it has made me wonder if there might be life after death after all, or at least something in the borderland between life and death. I don't know what to think about this. I think one life is plenty and have no desire for another. If I decide to go to sleep among the stars, I want to sleep in peace. Above all, and this is really superstitious, I don't want to become a lonely shadow haunting the realm of the living.
I wonder if anyone here has had a similar vision, i.e. of a path? If you just think this is superstitious and delusional bullshit, it would be interesting to hear your thoughts on why my subconscious mind made me see this particular vision.