This happened back just over 1 year ago. To this day I believe that I could have very well died that night. It was new years eve 2017, I was 15 anorexic and severely underweight. That day I barely ate, and had walked a lot, at this stage I was lacking emotion and disconnected from my family. Yet for some reason I felt the need to asked my mum to tuck me to bed. Lying there in bed I felt my heart beat so slow. I nodded off for a second and had what I feel was a vision, there was nothing. Empty. Dead. I woke up and started crying for my mum. I knew then if I slept I would die and I realised that I wasn't ready. Luckly for me it was a bit of a wake up call and I ate well that night. But I still shiver everytime I think of that feeling.