Madness, Insanity or Truth?

From: Catherine (charemdagain01@yahoo.co.uk)
Story type: Angel
Location: my house UK Worcester
Source: Form Submission
Date submitted: Sun Jan  6 08:58:11 2008

Ok, here's my story. I'm 16 but when I was about 11 I choked on a grape that I was eating. No one was with me at the time except for my 89 year old great aunt who was asleep and despite my best efforts was not waking up. My life did literally flash before my eyes. I remember hitting the floor of the living room feeling really weak. I couldn't see anymore. All I could see was a great big white light (I know cleshay). In the light I saw four faces. A man, my Grandad who had passed away when I was 5. A teenage girl about 17 and two young teen boys. The girl said everything would be ok. Then one of the boys put his hands around my throat, I though he was choking me! The next thing I know the white fades, so do the faces and the grape comes flying out of my throat and lands on the floor by my couch. I rolled over to see my great aunt just getting out of her seat panicking. I realised then I'd been saved by angels. But who where the other three with grandad.

I started asking question and my parents told me that before me they had three other children. A girl, Eleanor, and two boys, Robbert and Kenneth. They had sadly all died before I was born.

Ever since I choked I started to see these children more and more often. I could even sit and chat to them. However, people soon started to bully me at school because I was appeared to be a 12 year old by this point with imaginary friends. I stopped talking to my siblings, I started pretending they wern't there, but it didin't stop them appearing to me. Eventually I couldn't take it. I was taken out of school in year 6 and put into hospital. I had to tell my friends that I had a tummy bug that was forcing me to stay in hospital. The truth was people thought I was crazy.

I finally left hospital a year later but I had to have therapy for the next two years. My therapist convinced me that I had gone mad and was now recovering. The sad truth is I don't know anymore. How could I have known about other children? How did that grape get out of my throat when I was unconcious.

I don't think I went mad. I do know though now what depression feels like. Ever since leaving the therapy I haven't seen my siblings, but I can feel them and I occasionally get the feeling they need help. But I feel worse because I know I can't see them or hear them anymore. And now I can't move on and get over the fact that they are dead! I'm so depressed and I know it's effecting my GCSE exams. If anyone knows how I can get back in contact with them please tell me because the truth of the matter is, I never thought I was mad until the doctors had spent 2 years telling me so. If I was mad though I can tell you, I was much happier that way than I am now! Even if I did get bullied at school at least I had what I always wanted, my siblings!