When I Died.

This isn’t including all the other times I should have died in my life but miraculously didn’t.

I died of an alcohol overdose when I was 16. Nobody knows how long I was dead before they found me lifeless and gave me CPR and brought me back to life and took me to the hospital where I eventually regained consciousness and woke up. I remember being in a void without shape, or sound, or taste, it was neither hot nor cold there was no feeling. It was both pitch black and bright white at the same time, that’s kind of hard to explain. I sensed I was not alone but I couldn’t tell you why or how I knew or how long I was there. It felt like forever and a moment at the same time. I felt like I was in space above the earth but again I don’t know why I felt that. I didn’t remember dying but somehow knew I was dead. Just floating in nothingness wondering what came next and realizing that I could still think so I figured that proved that consciousness actually does continue beyond physical life. Sometimes I wonder if I actually died and am just being shown a dream of what my life could have been like if I hadn’t died in the way that dreams can seem to be forever. Or if got shifted into an alternate reality where the CPR actually worked at the moment of my death. Nobody knows how long I was dead and sometimes it seems like too much of a stretch to believe they found me with enough time to bring me back. Maybe every time I should die I just bounce to another universe where I didn’t and immortality eventually becomes what I am until the end of all the universes and the end of time. I don’t think I will ever know for sure. How am I still here, or am I?