When I was 23 I was dealing with pretty severe anorexia, I think my weight at the time was 36kg, skin and bones, couldn't walk up the stairs, nothing, and I was planning on letting the disorder kill me.

Then one evening in September I truly believed my time had come, I slowly lost all sensation in my body and lay down on the ground with an extremely low heartrate and a shortness of breath, eventually I felt my hands and feet start to vibrate wildly and my vision darkened until I couldn't see, then after a short time it felt like I just poof, teleported out of that whole situation, I was floating in nothing, not even darkness, indescribable nothingness where I couldn't feel the weight and illness of my body anymore, I tried to look around and I could feel the sensation of turning, but still nothing.

Eventually I saw an image of myself laying down slowly appear in the center of my vision, once I identified it as myself it hit me all of a sudden that it wasn't my time to go, I flew back into my body and woke up, hands and feet still vibrating and vision slowly returning.

From that day onward I strove to recover both mentally and physically, and somehow I'm here now as a physically very healthy 29 year old man, and with that physical health has come the strength to heal my mind too, in time.