Journey to the otherside

Once upon a time, okay it was about 10 years ago in February.  I was prescribed a medication to help with my mental illness and suicidal thoughts.  I was on the medication for three and half days when I began to tremble uncontrollably.  What ensued was a Gran Mal Seizure on the fourth night.  I not only had the seizure I fell backwards, cracked my head open on the cement floor, dislocated my left shoulder and died.  That is right!  I died.  A first responder was there and did the life saving CPR on me.  I came back quickly, as if pushed back into my shell by the Creator.  She said it was not my time.  Re-birthed was I as came to.  Knowing that not only the medication that was supposed to keep me from killing myself made me lifeless, but that my breath was sacred and needed to be returned to me.  Dying changes a person life when they come back to tell about.  It sure changed mine.