The older I get the more panicked I get. I have panic attacks thinking about death....not fun at all.
I am 44 and I keep thinking my life is at least half over. I don't want to die. I don't want to ever leave my family, friends, pets, etc. BUT I know the end will come.
My chest hurts most of the time now because I obsess over death.I panic to the point of not being able to move, not able to breathe, my head spins, my chest pounds. I feel like the end is so near and it freaks me out.During the panic attacks I can picture my family and friends after I am gone. I can picture leaving them. I picture nothingness. One minute here and the next minute nothing.
This happened to me after my parents passed away also...and I went through therapy. I am thinking I need to go back.
Death is nothing like movies. Once you are dead....you are dead. There is no coming back, there is just nothing
I want o live forever! I know I cant so I will settle for being the oldest person ever....110 or so.
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