I too have had an NDE. It was complex and not quite full NDE. I was going under. I felt a rushing sensation. It wasn't a rushing away. It was rushing toward something… and I wanted to go there. When I was pulled back, I wept inconsolably. My mother, who was there, and the doctor kept telling me I was okay now, that it was alright. But, I didn't feel that. I felt loss.

I felt a sense of mourning for something lost until I got home. When I got home and my little three year old son climbed into my lap… then, I felt relief I had not gone.

I also felt guilty for feeling that loss. I still feel a vague sense of guilt for that. I'm so glad I was able to be here with my son all these years… to see him grow into the amazing human being he's become. And, to continue in my husband's love.