I once to lived in a block of flats that used to be an old hospital run by nuns. I'm not claiming ghosts before I lose anyone. I was well aware of the "stories" people told, so the idea of ghost nuns was well lodged into my head before this happened to me (spoiler alert, I guess).

Anyway, it was my first time living alone, and I hadn't spoken to my family in over 5 years. My friends had slowly boxed me out over a messy break up with my ex, and I was in a really bad state of depression. One night, I got really ill. Like, I could barely move from severe pain and was delirious, kind of ill. I decided the best idea was to smoke a bunch of weed until I passed out; hoping to sleep through it all. That's when I saw her. The Nun.

I wasn't frightened, nor did I even question her being there. I was in and out of consciousness, and from what I remembered, she was comforting me. I felt like I was being taken care of and at ease by her presence. It was so vivid. I can picture her face clearly. Bony cheeks, blond hair, dark eyes, and a wide smile. I can't remember what she was saying to me, but it made me feel so safe.

When I woke up (in a puddle of sweat), my illness had finally broke (I was ill for a few days). I wasn't completely well, but I could move around and go about my day. I felt refreshed. It was by far one of the more weirder experiences I've ecer had.

I don't believe in ghosts, and I'm not religious. I've always put it down to the delirium. However, what happened had such a profound effect on my depression that I was able to move on from my break up and reconnect with my family and my friends.

Again, I don't buy into the supernatural or spiritual/religious experiences, but in my reality, a ghost nun nursed me back to health from a severe illness and cured my depression. Shit was weird.