For some reason, my psychic abilities were extremely strong during this time of transition. I had a vision of my boyfriend leaving, saying exactly the words he said to me as he left. I began seeing people and relationships enter my life in detail a week before they arrived. Then, as I drove up the street on my way to pick up Cole, I had a vision so horrible I had to pull the car to the side of the road. My mother was going to have a stroke and die.
Upon arrival, I was whisked away to emergency where nurses and doctors attempted to suction me and bring me back from the flat-line state I had slipped
into after drowning from the fluid that so quickly filled my lungs. For a few
minutes, I died.