Thankyou. You couldn't have articulated more accurate what I contemplate every night, and it's reassuring to know I'm not alone. Im terrified of the thought of losing consciousness, of not exsisting, and the only thing that stops me from spiralling into a panic attack is the faintest hope that science may be wrong, and there is something afterwards, even though in my heart of hearts I know there isn't. I was first aware of my own mortality when I was 8 years old, and I slipped into an uncontrollable panic attack. Ever since, every so often it returns. It's cruel and hard to accept. I wish I wasn't aware of death, and that humans weren't clever enough to understand so acutely we will die. In that sense I'm jealous of animals.
Is it normal that I'm absolutely terrified of Death?
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Thankyou. You couldn't have articulated more accurate what I contemplate every night, and it's reassuring to know I'm not alone. Im terrified of the thought of losing consciousness, of not exsisting, and the only thing that stops me from spiralling into a panic attack is the faintest hope that science may be wrong, and there is something afterwards, even though in my heart of hearts I know there isn't. I was first aware of my own mortality when I was 8 years old, and I slipped into an uncontrollable panic attack. Ever since, every so often it returns. It's cruel and hard to accept. I wish I wasn't aware of death, and that humans weren't clever enough to understand so acutely we will die. In that sense I'm jealous of animals.