I'm terrified of dying

It’ll be just like any other doctor's visit, which I assume you've had at least once before... 🤷
They'll ask why you're there, you'll tell them exactly what you wrote here, they'll follow up with a dozen questions, log the results, give you something to help you relax so you can drift off, and send you home. That's really it.

Michelle Evans said:It’ll be just like any other doctor's visit, which I assume you've had at least once before... 🤷
They'll ask why you're there, you'll tell them exactly what you wrote here, they'll follow up with a dozen questions, log the results, give you something to help you relax so you can drift off, and send you home. That's really it.

Exactly. If it makes you feel better—and maybe it will—just don't look at them as people. They aren't there to be your buddies or anything; they're just there to help you however they can, and trust me, they know how to do their jobs.

Psychiatrists actually have specific diagnostic codes for your fears, and if I recall correctly, they’re pretty manageable through a mix of psychotherapy and medication.

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We don't actually die. We just move into a different body. Hopefully, that makes things easier for you. Death doesn't hurt, so stop stressing. You really don't want to waste your entire life worrying about when you're going to kick the bucket. It's pointless. Why were you even born then? All the answers are already inside you.

It’s honestly fascinating to me how someone can spiral into such a complete panic—we're talking crying and shaking at two in the morning, totally unable to function—yet they won't even bother heading to the ER because they're too "shy." 🤦

I really hope you've managed to calm down a bit by now and realized that the worst part of this ordeal is already behind you. Things can only improve from here, so just go see a doctor and stop playing games with your health...

fadedcrane15 said:We don't actually die. We just move into a different body. Hopefully, that makes things easier for you. Death doesn't hurt, so stop stressing. You really don't want to waste your entire life worrying about when you're going to kick the bucket. It's pointless. Why were you even born then? All the answers are already inside you.

Maybe death itself doesn't hurt. Maybe. But sickness, the actual dying part... that might hurt. "6 years stuck in bed with bone cancer.. every little movement causing more cracks in porous bones, morphine that works about as well as holy water, bedsores, rotting flesh, being cared for by people who don't really want to be there, having to deal with someone else handling your moving, turning, bathing, peeing, shitting...".... maybe that hurts. Maybe it doesn't hurt so much on a physical level.. compared to that final, undeniable realization of how fleeting everything is, how we're all just temporary, passing through, heading toward some ultimate nothingness........... Someone perfectly healthy, living their normal life.. not some weirdo.. though there are plenty of weirdos out there.. might grasp the same essence of the question/answer as this "death-waiter"..... maybe..... Some.. maybe even "weirder" ones, might manage to think.. instead of focusing on the paranoia of death.. they contemplate it on a different level, in a different sphere.. where they don't just think they're dead.. they know they're dead.. "about life as paranoia"........

Regarding what I can offer, I went through something very similar recently, and honestly, it’s something I still struggle with from time to time. What you're describing sounds like existential anxiety—that heavy feeling where you start asking endless questions and realize there just aren't many solid answers out there. My advice? Sit down somewhere comfortable, put on some low-key music, take deep breaths, and just focus on the breathing itself. That’s step one. Panicking isn't going to solve anything. After that, get outside. Head to a local park, find a trail, or hit a playground and go for a run or a bike ride. Push yourself physically; really test your limits. There are moments when life feels completely meaningless to me, too. But that strange, hollow sensation—that sense of emptiness and eternal darkness we both seem to feel—tends to fade when you realize how many different ways there are to actually experience living. You can pursue what you love, and the world around us is genuinely unique and beautiful. For me, sports are a massive lifesaver. I set specific goals for myself, and I always walk away from a workout feeling more grounded. Yoga has also been a game-changer for me. These days, I keep myself busy with about half a dozen hobbies, including bonsai, volunteering, photography, cycling, hiking, swimming, and martial arts training. 👍

As for professional help, if you're considering seeing a psychologist, I definitely recommend finding a good psychotherapist. It can be expensive, sure, but it's worth it if you feel like you can't piece everything back together on your own. Psychologists are truly great people—highly trained professionals who are specifically equipped to help navigate exactly these kinds of situations. 🙂

Go ahead and keep making fun of the man if you must... though, if I may offer a perspective, it seems to me—given his silence regarding how they’ve actually handled him, and the fact that he’ll likely resurface with far more trauma than he had just a few days ago—that if they actually let him go while he's in this state, within this specific system... well, one can only marvel at how incompetent those in charge are being 😢

But then again, I suppose once he moves on to a different body, he'll finally be better off 😵

Back in elementary school, I went through this intense phase where I was terrified that my loved ones would die. It lasted a few months, and I’d wake up in tears, running to my parents' room in the middle of the night just begging them to stay alive forever. My advice? Surround yourself with positivity. You have to accept that death is unpredictable and just a part of being alive. We all face it eventually, so be grateful you're here and live every single day like it's your last. Enjoy life! 😊

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I went through this massive psychotic episode where I turned into the ultimate hypochondriac. I was constantly spiraling, terrified of dying or catching some terminal illness... It’s all temporary, though—it passes—but man, looking back, I wouldn't wish that kind of mental torture on my worst enemy, let alone an animal. 🙂

Death is just as natural as living. Everyone’s going to pass away eventually (except maybe me).

Since we already know how this ends, please don't waste your energy dwelling on that

unpleasant reality. Instead, try to focus on some

pleasant truth, if you can manage it. If you can't, then go see a doctor.🐔

Hitting the trails for a run will probably help too. It gets those

feel-good chemicals flowing through your brain. 🎉