Mental Distress and Out of Body Experiences?

So this upcoming week puts more stress on my plate. The more the month goes on, the worse the stress seems to get... which means that the pressure I'm feeling now is just the start.

For whatever reason, my stress has triggered me to stop intaking caffeine, which most people know is my life-blood. If I don't have it, I can't function. When I get stressed, I get off the stuff, then trigger horrid headaches that easily blow past my one to ten scale... why I do this, I'll never understand. My body behaves funky in stressful situations.

I'm learning more news about what'll happen on my surgery. I'll eventually make a big post detailing everything that goes into it, so I can read it a few times and do some serious thinking. My medi-bracelet came in today, and it was a $65 purchase... I figure that if that money's gone, I should continue on. But I'm drowsy and it's a big vent for another entry.

Both of my sisters are doing just fine after their respective surgeries. Shelby is still rather weak and sore, but hopefully will be recovering within the next few days. This is the stuff I intend to put myself through, so I'm paying extra close attention to what she has to go through. But like I said... vent for another entry.

Tomorrow starts my last official week of classes before Finals Week. (Yes, I title it with capitals because it's an event all in itself.) Sometime tomorrow I need to post my study schedule for the week and weekend. But if I survive this week and Finals Week, then I'll be able to take some time off from studying until January 12. Just won't be able to take time off from the rest of life.

Speaking of tomorrow... I apologize in advance if I'm distant, disconnected, depressed, or otherwise distracted. (Yay symptom alliteration!) Tomorrow marks the four-year anniversary of my great-aunt's murder, and anybody who knows me knows that I do a lot of brooding and reflecting when the anniversary of somebody's death is upon me. I'm hoping to God I don't have my yearly night terror in which I try to wake up from the recalling and can't. I've done it every year since her death, and still never seem prepared for it. Then again, nobody's ever prepared for death. Especially one so tragic.

I think my recent mental distress caused me to attempt to unwillingly have an out-of-body-episode, or OOBE. I had about an hour to myself in which I was talking to no one nor had anybody to get my attention, and my body began to feel very heavy. A strange force kept "commanding" me to lean back and roll my eyes into my head. It was a bit unnerving, but I eventually ran out of energy to resist and did so. I zoned out staring at the ceiling until my eyes went back, and after a while I could actually feel myself "lifting" out of my body. I looked down at myself and saw myself going pale, so I quickly "hopped" back into my body and startled myself awake.

I've done this maybe twice before, and I normally get scared and "jump" back into my body before I get very far. Most people who have these things can do them willingly and let themselves wander far, but there's a story that if you go too far, you'll cut the "silver cord" and be trapped as a wandering spirit. The silver cord, in essence, is your life force, and connects from your body to your spirit if you ever leave your body. As I don't ever leave my body completely, I've never seen the silver cord. But I'm not going to tempt fate, either.

Meh. Perhaps I'm rambling because it's late and I'm a drowsy mess. But I know I tried to leave my body this evening... I'm probably looking to dodge reality by roaming wild for a while, because God knows I've got enough on my plate.

I just hope everything turns out for the best this week.

And really, really hope I don't have my yearly nightmare.