I have been in the health care industry in the past, for many years.
I have seen many people die.
There are worse things, many worse things, than death.
When I was 26 (I am 66 now) I was going thru a divorce. I really wrecked me. Really did. I didn't care if I lived or died at that time. I was out partying and chasing girls one nite.
Got into a single car accident, oak tree didn't give up much.
Steering column went into my chest with such force that it seperated the sternum from the rib cage and it was laying on my heart restricting the beat.
One second I'm driving .. next second I am completely immersed in a warm darkness .. kind of like being wrapped in black silk or velvet. Had a sweet taste in my mouth. Confused, like WTF ...
A few feet away from me is this white warm ball of light. It's floating, and slowly approached me. I look at it, and see myself reflecting back. I kind of 'ask' what's up and I sense a feeling of confusion from the ball. The ball of light communicated to me something along the lines of "you are not supposed to be here, why are you here?"
I felt so good. So loved. So warm and safe. Reminded me of once when I was a really sick child and I woke up in my mothers arms, all snug and loved and stuff.
Then, a decision was made. I was 'told' that I had to go back. I did NOT want to. I liked it where I was - a lot. It was a hell of a lot better than 'going back.'
I woke up in an ER - crying
I was in the hospital that I worked at, so the people there knew me. Later one of the nurses asked my why I was crying when I woke up - I told her that "it hurt, duh." But that wasn't true, it didn't hurt (yet). I was crying because I really didn't want to go back.
Believe this - there IS a better place. Way better.
But, it wasn't my decision to make I guess.
I've had a great life, and I'm glad it worked out the way it did; but I am not afraid of death. I don't seek it - but, when it's time ... it's ok. lt really is ok.