For what it’s worth: I lived through just such a thing. It was a wonderful experience - head went light, everything suddenly breezy and far away, too fluffy to

For what it’s worth: I lived through just such a thing. It was a wonderful experience - head went light, everything suddenly breezy and far away, too fluffy to cogitate on anything. If my sister hadn’t been there I would have for sure passed, because I certainly wasn’t calling for help. I imagined for a long time afterwards that that’s probably what heroin feels like, and why it’s so addictive. I was a little wrecked by the fact that the single most peaceful, pleasant experience I’d had in living memory was of dying.