When I fifteen I was very depressed and chugged a fifth of vodka in a matter of minutes. I laid down on my bed and felt as if I was sinking into my bed. I was honestly terrified because I believed I was going to die and that I was being sucked into hell. I could feel myself being pulled out of my body and had no use of my body, I was powerless to stop it, so I did the only thing I could do which was to stop fighting it and let go. As soon as I relaxed, I proceeded to watch my body from outside of it. My friend at the time and a couple relatives were there and one relative was saying that I wasn't breathing, and she started crying and getting upset. I told her "I'm right here, it's ok" but she didn't hear me. I then stood up and watched from a higher perspective while the other relative was calling 911. I could hear and see everything, but they couldn't see or hear me.
Next thing I know I woke up back in my body and had a bunch of firemen and paramedics standing over me. I was confused because I thought my time in this body was over and yet, there I was right back in it. I got angry and wanted to run away to go lay in a ditch so I could just die and go back to the complete and utter peace I had just felt, and no one would be there to stop me. As I was going out the door I ran into my friend's father. He didn't judge me, he didn't ask me why I did it, he didn't ask me anything. He just offered me a cigarette and stood there with me. It was his kindness that kept me from running off and dropping dead in some ditch. It was kindness that kept me in this body. This body is meant to be here until it's done with its purpose and then I shall continue watching as everyone pretends, I'm not here anymore. I know that there is no death, the body can and will die, mine did, but I was there watching the entire time.
You could say I was invisible, a ghost, a spirit, or a soul. Doesn't matter what you call it, all I know is I could hear and see everything while I was "dead", but no one could see or hear me, they were too busy looking at the body I usually wear. You could say I was naked without my body, but I didn't feel like I was missing anything. I felt fine and I knew everything was ok.
