What is the closest you've ever come to dying?

Was born premature, so that was a close one, another time I got stuck in the middle of a wide river during a thunderstorm, while holding onto this post. I was exhausted and my feet and shins and knees were all sliced up from these damned oysters. And I kept getting stung by these jellyfish and the water was really rough. I remember at the time being alright with the idea of being dead, since I was pretty sure the next couple of months were going to be hell, AND THEY WERE!!!! But it was still scary and my body and brain was in total panic, adrenaline survival mode, so the dying would have been awful. But so often in the months to come I was like FOR FUCK SAKE!!! I should have just died in the river and been done with it. All the family problems, the smashed up house I was living in and repairing, my insane cousin, throwing most of the shit I owned away, rehoming most of my pets. Not bashing my cousin's head in with a small baseball bat that I didn't even know I'd picked up, he was going off his head as usual and I was calmly laying things out to him. And then there was the bat in my hand, it felt so safe and calming in my hand. Gripping that wood made me feel calm, my poor wife thought I was going to bash his head in. But nope, I got away from him, my family, the busted up house and we just left. Oh, the neighbours going berserk about the construction noise, that was a laugh. And I could see it all coming while I was clinging onto that post out in the middle of the river with the storm all around. Just die there and I'd be saved from it all, but the storm subsided and I swam back to shore to my friend who thought I'd drowned.