I couldn't sleep one night last week because I was lying in bed, freaking out about the idea of dying one day.
Am I the only person who ever gets serious dread? I find it very difficult to reconcile with the idea that I could not exist, so the concept of death is terrifying.
Do people really get to a point where they're at peace with it? It seems like once you get very very old you're supposedly glad of the idea of some peace but I can't imagine being so bad off that not existing was a better option. But then, I've had a very uneventful life (and was the world's least suicidal teenager obviously haha).
Am I the only person who ever gets serious dread? I find it very difficult to reconcile with the idea that I could not exist, so the concept of death is terrifying.
Do people really get to a point where they're at peace with it? It seems like once you get very very old you're supposedly glad of the idea of some peace but I can't imagine being so bad off that not existing was a better option. But then, I've had a very uneventful life (and was the world's least suicidal teenager obviously haha).