One Saturday morning I awoke with my speech slurred, unable to focus on anything. My pharmacist, suspecting an overdose of lithium in my system, recommended that I stop taking it until Monday, when I could talk with my doctor.

I soon returned to my apartment, and out of boredom, my roommate and I dropped LSD. The combination of the lithium overdose and LSD caused adverse effects. I dropped to my knees with the sensation of being sucked into a tunnel. Instinctively I knew I was dying. Carousel music played as I traveled through the tunnel, offering comfort because my husband and I had been childhood sweethearts and had always ridden the merry go round in the park. A being of light was waiting for me at the end of the tunnel. My life passed before me, and he questioned me about various events in my life which were presented to me in ornate picture frames on large television screens. When I understood each lesson he was trying to teach me, we went on to the next picture. When I didn't understand, he patiently replayed the scene until I figured out what the situation had taught me. This being of light finally sent me back.