Fuuuuuuck. Sometimes I think I have a good handle on death, and what it means. Sometimes I think I understand it. Sometimes I think I don't fear it. Then something like this happens and, just, _fuck_. I don't know how to handle it. Someone my age, doing something very similar to me, just dies. That's it. Story's over. A few weeks ago I told my CEO that I intended to quit and pursue a dream that I've been wanting to p…
I felt like you do now when I was your age. I had a nervous breakdown, in part because of my extreme fear of death. After the breakdown, I knew my life was over. Meaning the life I envisioned for myself was over. I just wasn't the same person. I felt like an alien. Well, as the years went by, I managed to survive. Dying young is an anomaly. It's rare. Do what you want in your life, but you will probally make it to ol…
A few years worth of stress (life/startup/etc.) managed to explode in a single night thanks to a rather traumatic experience with alcohol and hallucinogenic drugs, and in the weeks that have followed I've come to realize my anxieties come from this extreme fear of death/impermanence.
I'm still taking things day by day, and the panic attacks are passing more easily every day. I just wanted to say thank you for sharing your experience. Reading little things like this from other people has helped me more than I can express :)