I realize this is far off topic for the normal blog posts I try to keep up with writing, but this is something that has been heavily weighing on my mind lately and I just wanted to be open and expressive about it.
Recently, I was given a supplement to help with “adrenal fatigue” – basically my cortisol levels weren’t peaking the way my Dr would have liked. So she gave me something to give my body a little bit of help.
It didn’t go awesomely. You know that “fight or flight” sensation you get when you’re about to, say, hit a deer on the highway? Well my body basically slowly, then quickly, started cycling through “fight or flight” throughout the day. And night. Multiple times. No triggers needed.
The result of this is that I’ve felt my own mortality a bit more than I really like. And even though I stopped the supplement after two weeks of taking a quarter (!) dose, and then waited another two weeks to get it out of my system, the fear remained. Why? Because of that whole “mortality” thing.
This may (or may not) sound odd, but up until now death was perhaps a thing that happened in the world, but it wasn’t something I was immediately concerned with personally too much. I figured I would work up to accepting the notion when “the time came”. Well, I guess the time is now because now it’s on my mind 24/7. And it terrifies me.
I know a lot of people have thoughts about the afterlife, and I am really trying not to think about them. When I think about just how LARGE the universe is, a planet with a star in a galaxy in a supercluster in … well you get the picture … I just have a hard time with divine muchanythings. Which leaves me a afraid of nonexistence. I’m rather attached to me. Seeing out of my eyes, thinking with my brain, feeling with my skin, tasting, hearing… all the senses.
Then I start going down the rabbit hole. What is “me”? Since I work with computers, I think of myself a lot like “software”. In this way the software runs on your laptop when it’s on but doesn’t when it’s off. Like that time I try not to think of when I went under anesthesia to have my tonsils removed. The procedure was simple enough, but the threat of non-existence scared me so much even then that I had to be sedated before I was given the anesthesia I freaked out so badly. And that was about 10 years ago now.
I’m also the girl that doesn’t like to watch the last season of a show because then it’s “over”. The one who does well with beginnings and not endings. And when we come right down to it: the origin of the fear of endings is probably pretty obvious based on the context of this post.
So it’s something that’s clearly always been on my mind, but I shoved away to function. And I did function. Until I couldn’t. The 24/7 thought train became I like being me as I am, I don’t want anything to stop. And then there was the terror: it will stop. It stops for everyone. What is that like? I want to come back please.
Then there was the “do I want to come back”? Given enough time our universe will expand and contract and do I want to be around for billions of years? Really, do I? Maybe? I don’t know?
Rabbit holes. All of them. Then there was the “changing state” rabbit hole. Becoming something different – bodies being reused back into nature. Yeah, not touching that rabbit hole right now either.
It’s been really hard and terrifying. And it’s to the point that just existing is hard, because all I see are the endings and not the nows or the beginnings. And it’s awful.
I’m lucky, I have a safe home that is warm (while it’s ~ 12ºF/-11ºC outside). I have a fiancée that loves me and is doing everything she can to help me get through this. I’ve started trying to be better with people in general because that’s just something that seems super important to me right now. I’ve started meditation and yoga classes to help give my body something extra while I wear it out, freaking out. Crazy healthy food courtesy of fiancée and helping me keep on top of drinking a LOT of water. Going to see a Dr to talk through all this.
Right now I am telling myself that hopefully, “when the time comes” I’ll have better understanding or at least acceptance. Of course, there are no guarantees right now but that’s what my brain needs to hear to let me live my life instead of hiding in a bubble too afraid to die and not experiencing anything in the interim.
As for why I’m sharing this, well… after talking to people, I’ve discovered that a lot of people are afraid to die. I don’t think that we talk about it much, except when someone passes, but it’s a fear I think that we all share to some degree or another. So I’m sharing my experience, my fear, and opening it all up. I can’t really talk too much about it right now, I’m not in that mental space, but for the next person that searches “Fear of Death” maybe this will pop up and help that someone feel less alone.
Here’s to hoping for the future and living in the now.
Lots of love to you all :)
























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