A Frightening Moment

This is short, but I wanted to share a rather strange and frightening story. There was a time when I overdosed on antidepressants. I was attempting to kill myself. When I was fading out, going unconscious, I heard the voices getting muffled. The last thing I heard was "We're losing him! Hey! Stay with me!" My sight was going blurry, but I could see that I was being moved. I couldn't feel anything, though. That was terrifying. After everything went black, there was a short period of time (it seemed short) that I still maintained a little consciousness. I could think about stuff, I mean. I would compare it to being in space, as I couldn't tell up from down, which is the case in weightlessness. For that moment, I felt like I was nothing more than brain activity, no physical form whatsoever. I thought I had died. Was it peaceful? It certainly was. That fear that I had felt, it was gone by this point. It was like the greatest euphoria I had ever experienced. Looking back, I wonder if that was my brain interpreting whatever the medical team was using to save me. I wonder about the threshold between life and death, if there is one, and how close I was to it. Maybe I had a foot in the door. I felt like I was headed somewhere instead of just no longer existing.