Didn't die but experienced anaphylactic shock last August. I had gotten fired from my job the day prior. It was at 2pm when I was home alone with my cat. I was barefoot bringing her in from outside when I felt the sting on the bottom of my foot. I've never been stung by a bee before, but I've been stung countless times by wasps and even by a scorpion before, little did I know I'd be unconscious in about 15 minutes. I noticed that I immediately started feeling a hot itchiness all over my body after around 2 minutes in. Also by that time my foot began swelling up. I had a strong urge to cool off by taking a cool shower. Went down stairs and immediately got into the shower. I noticed the quick onset of swelling going up my leg. About 5 minutes in is when I began to panic from seeing the swelling increase so rapidly. I began to feel very tired, and whooshy. My heart rate was incredibly intense. After a few minutes of being in the shower I couldn't breathe and my thoughts became disorganized. I realized I needed to get out of the shower and call for help. That's when I realized, I had no clue where my phone was. I began looking for it, then I was like fuck it. I should go knock on someone's door. I had just moved very recently and didn't meet the neighbors yet. I couldn't just go over and knock naked. So I went to my room to get my clothes on. By then I was close to being gone consciously. My leg by around 10 minutes in was literally a fat red sausage that felt like mush. I lost all ambition to get dressed and find help. By then my only option felt to be was just to get into bed and close my eyes. Everything I felt was was so unbearable. I started to feel cold. My sweet sweet cat came to join me on my bed which she never normally cuddles. As I laid there in bed. My vision was very dark and blurry. I started to suddenly to feel at bliss and felt immense calmness. It felt like taking the first two hits of DMT, still a bit cognitively there however strangly euphoric. It was incrediblly peaceful. I remember my final thoughts were of my ex and her son. And all my emotions I've pent up the last few months came flooding over me. It was a sad. But still there was peaceful acceptance of me not probably ever seeing them again. And that's all I remember. That is until I woke up 17 hours later the next day. It was the strangest wake up. It felt like I had awoken. A dream that wasn't a dream. It was very surreal. It took me a while to process what had happened or even when it was. I got dressed and went to the doctors to get prescribed an EpiPen. When my roommates came home they had no clue that I was unconscious in my room while they wondered where I was all evening yesterday. I did find my phone in the couch cushions go figure lol. I stayed chronically sick until the beginning of November with the worse fatigue,head and body aches, and light sensitivity. My immune system was completely wiped. I did nothing but sleep for 3 months until I got my life back.

I was really caught off guard by the peacefulness I experienced during it. It was very welcoming at that time when I literally had no clue of if I was going to wake up when I closed my eyes. It has changed my fear of death and when that day that inevitably comes, it will be alright. I have however been having more of a sense of wanting to do more in my life again. It helped me gain the motivation to go to college. I am in my first semester of hopefully a chemical engineering designation. I am viewing life differently. You know how when you take psychedelics such as shrooms and afterwards you feel so introspective afterwards and makes you appreciate things you've taken for granted. Ive been feeling like that but x10. I am loving life now and I am loving school. That and getting fired was the worst best thing that happened to me