I've been depressed, upset and looked-down by some. Sometimes even I, look down upon myself.
I always look into the mirror and believe I'm ugly and I'm overweight and that no one will ever fall in love with me.
I began to exercise but I've overdone myself U became tired and breathless.
I can barely move. I was focusing onto my breathing and my legs are whimpering begging me to rest. I was almost home but the corridor began to turn yellow and blurring at the corner if my eyes.
I finally reached home but then, my legs to tired, collapses.
But I stood up again. And that is when it began.
My heart started to pump faster, I was panting and my eyes start to pour tears.
My family began to scream, all except for my father.
Then the world began to fall. My eyes manages to see an empty corridor with a pure white door right at the end.
Then I was dragged back to reality. I didn't realize it but my father was carrying me.
I cried to him that I couldn't breath but his calm voice told me to inhale and exhale normally.
It was like almost God was in my father carrying me to safety...
*This is a true story that happened to me months ago and like to share with you my experience of the white door. It was something I couldn't explain and wondered why I saw it.
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