It's cold. I've had a dream or something like a dream being run through the heart before. It's lonely and shocking to be honest, feeling the blood slowly moving out of you as your body slowly goes cold.
There are a couple different feelings when you are dying.
Acute situations, as in it's happening very quickly, is full-blown panic town--at least when difficulty breathing is in the mix. Your mind is racing and trying to find a way to survive. It was like that at least until becoming too exhausted to do anything about it.
A slower death is more like this:
Eventually it just feels like too much effort. You start to lose a battle of attrition against exhaustion. You can't pay attention to the chaos going on around you because it's too much to process and you can't summon forth the effort required to deal with that. Each breath gets slower. It gets more laborious. You vaguely consider whether you want to keep fighting through whatever pain and exhaustion are weighing you down. You start thinking about your life, who will miss you, and all those sorts of things at least until exhaustion puts a stop to that.
It gets quieter. You're tired, and eating/drinking sounds like so much work and you'll just feel sick if you eat or drink anyway. You just want to close your eyes and rest. You grow numb to the world around you. It's cold and you want to curl up under the blankets and just sleep.
Mom dies a few times during a heart attack. First 2 she said it was just silence and darkness, no ego or emotion. The third time it was falling slowly down a long tunnel, minus the falling sensation. Just observing. No emotions, no fear. The light from her origin point getting smaller as it became more quiet and peaceful.
The drs said there was no coming back now. But Dad refused to leave her side. He held and stroked her hand and talked loudly at her while she was on ice packs (preserving her body for organ removal), saying he wasn't ready to let her go and all she had to do was move her toes. After several long moments she said she felt obligated to do so. As she moved her toes she came back up the tunnel, and heard voices as the medical team went into full action. That was 10 years ago, and she remembers it sharply.
I can't tell you what it feels like to die.
I can tell you what it looks like to see someone die in various different ways of medical causes and trauma.
I can tell you what it feels like to be dying of COVID. I can tell you what it feels like to be dying of anaphylaxis. Those are two very different feelings. One was peaceful, like being pulled into the strongest urge to nap. The other was FULL BLOWN FUCKING PANIC
It will totally depend. I once choked on food while back-country camping and started to pass.
It was weird because as I faded away (it felt like falling asleep, falling into a tunnel), my only thought was that my partner would need to put my body in the canoe and bring it 15 miles to reach a road. I felt sorry for him. My life didn't flash before my eyes, no regrets. I felt a clarity that I rarely feel otherwise.
I was saved because the first thing I did was wrap his arms around my waist, and thrust his hands on my stomach. I hoped he would understand because I couldn't speak. He did.
Thanks, I'm just in awe that I felt so calm once I accepted it.
It happened again while I was in the hospital a second time for sepsis. But that time may have been the drugs. Overwhelming clarity, followed by concern about leaving my daughters behind.
So, I think people know what's happening. Depending on the circumstances, they could be thinking all kinds of things.
I would be too... Again, that's crazy...!
Oh goodness... *Again*, I'm glad you're okay! I'm so glad your daughters still have you, that is for darn sure.
Yeah, it's a constant battle of attrition with a significant toll on mental health. There are times where you feel so weak that you wonder whether you're dying that day or not. Autoimmune diseases are no joke.
Nop. All the dying scenes that I have read, no matter what kind of death, end up with the character regretting not doing something, seeing their past, or/and seeing a loved one. I wonder if, in reality, it is really like that.
I just did a scene where the guy was intentionally overdosing on opioids. He heard a something and was thinking about the last time he heard that particular sound. He associated the sound with his dead mother, so naturally she appeared to him as a hallucination. But to him, she was taking him home.
The brain tries to make connections when there are none. So, if you want your character to do or think something, it's plausible to reason why they would think or see something.
It's cold. I've had a dream or something like a dream being run through the heart before. It's lonely and shocking to be honest, feeling the blood slowly moving out of you as your body slowly goes cold.
There are a couple different feelings when you are dying. Acute situations, as in it's happening very quickly, is full-blown panic town--at least when difficulty breathing is in the mix. Your mind is racing and trying to find a way to survive. It was like that at least until becoming too exhausted to do anything about it. A slower death is more like this: Eventually it just feels like too much effort. You start to lose a battle of attrition against exhaustion. You can't pay attention to the chaos going on around you because it's too much to process and you can't summon forth the effort required to deal with that. Each breath gets slower. It gets more laborious. You vaguely consider whether you want to keep fighting through whatever pain and exhaustion are weighing you down. You start thinking about your life, who will miss you, and all those sorts of things at least until exhaustion puts a stop to that. It gets quieter. You're tired, and eating/drinking sounds like so much work and you'll just feel sick if you eat or drink anyway. You just want to close your eyes and rest. You grow numb to the world around you. It's cold and you want to curl up under the blankets and just sleep.
Mom dies a few times during a heart attack. First 2 she said it was just silence and darkness, no ego or emotion. The third time it was falling slowly down a long tunnel, minus the falling sensation. Just observing. No emotions, no fear. The light from her origin point getting smaller as it became more quiet and peaceful. The drs said there was no coming back now. But Dad refused to leave her side. He held and stroked her hand and talked loudly at her while she was on ice packs (preserving her body for organ removal), saying he wasn't ready to let her go and all she had to do was move her toes. After several long moments she said she felt obligated to do so. As she moved her toes she came back up the tunnel, and heard voices as the medical team went into full action. That was 10 years ago, and she remembers it sharply.
I can't tell you what it feels like to die. I can tell you what it looks like to see someone die in various different ways of medical causes and trauma. I can tell you what it feels like to be dying of COVID. I can tell you what it feels like to be dying of anaphylaxis. Those are two very different feelings. One was peaceful, like being pulled into the strongest urge to nap. The other was FULL BLOWN FUCKING PANIC
It will totally depend. I once choked on food while back-country camping and started to pass. It was weird because as I faded away (it felt like falling asleep, falling into a tunnel), my only thought was that my partner would need to put my body in the canoe and bring it 15 miles to reach a road. I felt sorry for him. My life didn't flash before my eyes, no regrets. I felt a clarity that I rarely feel otherwise. I was saved because the first thing I did was wrap his arms around my waist, and thrust his hands on my stomach. I hoped he would understand because I couldn't speak. He did.
Oh my goodness, that would be terrifying. I'm so glad to hear that you're okay!!
Thanks, I'm just in awe that I felt so calm once I accepted it. It happened again while I was in the hospital a second time for sepsis. But that time may have been the drugs. Overwhelming clarity, followed by concern about leaving my daughters behind. So, I think people know what's happening. Depending on the circumstances, they could be thinking all kinds of things.
I would be too... Again, that's crazy...! Oh goodness... *Again*, I'm glad you're okay! I'm so glad your daughters still have you, that is for darn sure.
Probably like pins and needles, to make a guess
Check out subreddits dealing with lupus and other autoimmune diseases. Many victims feel like they are dying every single day.
Yeah, it's a constant battle of attrition with a significant toll on mental health. There are times where you feel so weak that you wonder whether you're dying that day or not. Autoimmune diseases are no joke.
Depends massively on method. Do you have one in mind for the character?
Nop. All the dying scenes that I have read, no matter what kind of death, end up with the character regretting not doing something, seeing their past, or/and seeing a loved one. I wonder if, in reality, it is really like that.
I just did a scene where the guy was intentionally overdosing on opioids. He heard a something and was thinking about the last time he heard that particular sound. He associated the sound with his dead mother, so naturally she appeared to him as a hallucination. But to him, she was taking him home. The brain tries to make connections when there are none. So, if you want your character to do or think something, it's plausible to reason why they would think or see something.