I don’t fear it, I expect it.
At this point in time, no one can prove what happens after death, but what we do know for certain is that our actions and achievements live on in those we touch.
To me it just makes sense to touch as many people as possible. Not literally, guys. 
If you want to live forever, start by living today. Your example is where your power truly lives.
What seems to me far worse than death is to immortalise oneself as a douche.
Carpe Diem.
The Grim Reaper can kiss my ass. And while we’re at it, I’m not too fond of his cousin either.
I’m dying…we all are someday, it’s just we don’t know exactly when.
I fear living too long more than dying.
Health is everything just you and it
I had a dream that I died. It was so peaceful that the fear diminished a lot. I don’t want to die right away, but if I do, well, that’s life.
I talk to death every now and then, he tells me it’s a normal thing that happens to everyone, suppose I just feared what I didn’t know.
I have greatly feared death but that fear has calmed down in the last year. But it doesn’t mean I’m suicidal or anything. I just see it as a natural part of life and inevitable. I actually feared it more when I had suicidal ideation.
Welp… yeah I guess. I’m not scared of what I can’t avoid and in that sense I accept my impending doom. However I’d like to delay that eventuality for as long as I can.
It’s no so much the fear of death, but the fear of not living that gets to me.
There are times during relapse where I get stuck thinking about death. My dreams are a horrible place at times. The last dwelling of my existence might be filled with devilish cheering voices and then a subconscious welcome wagon of torment… That’ll pass though. I’ve suffered enough in my dreams to know it’s not going to truly bother me, but I still don’t look forward to it. Not because of the torment, but because “they” finally win. I have to submit to the humanity of myself and feel that I am of the same caste as everyone else. Which is something I’m doing myself, but I had to fight that long enough just so inside I could feel it was my choice.
In the meantime I’ve got a growing list of things I need to do. The eventual realization of dreams I’ve always had, except not directly pursued, but just keeping myself pointed in the right direction.
“I want a perfect body, I want a perfect soul…”
“but I’mma creep… I’m a weirdo.”
Humble and complacent were never the way for be. Things need to change. I bet that’ll make someone squirm inside. The nuisance of someone who things their special enough to claim relevance without doing a damn thing.
so it goes…
Nah. I’ve died so many times in my dreams sudden death is tolerable at this point. During depressive episodes I looked forward to when I could be an old person and quietly slip away surrounded by family.
Yes, I’m afraid to die. Especially how I will die. Don’t want to be murdered or die of an illness. Want to die of an old ripe age among family and friends. Pray for an afterlife though.
Not afraid at all, not saying I am going to like it or want to, Just have learned over time to accept it. A long deserved rest from a lifetime of challenges is how I see it
I won’t be too mad when the Valkyrie shows up for my soul…to Valhalla we march day by day…
I do not fear my death. I hear other peoples death.
I don’t know sometimes I think I’m going to die and I don’t care. Sometimes it freaks me out. I guess it depends.
No, the opposite. There’s no way death is the end. I suffer so much the thought of dying is my only consolation.
I will never be a memory.
If these new meds dont come out then im hoping for it sooner rather than later.
I don’t fear death, we’ve been here before and we have many lifetimes which are progressive in nature. Dying is just opening a door and closing another. I’d hate to go painfully though.
I don’t fear death. I fear pain.
I’ve been close to death in a SI attempt. I survived with the hangover from hell. My sponsor in AA dragged me to a meeting. I was almost sleeping on a couple of chairs in the back. He thought it would do me good. I hardly remember the meeting.
I often think I don’t have time to die. I have things I need to have done before I die. Like supporting my children to be adults.
But afraid…no. More of an uneasy feeling when SI thoughts come or if I’m in a near accident.
I fear the way in which I will die. I’d hate to be old and lonely and in pain.
Old and not lonely and not dying a slow crippling death would be much better. I hope I have family members around if I am old because not sure if I will get married and make a family of my own. But I do have a sister and cousins. We are close
I guess once your a lot older perhaps you may see things differently, maybe a lot of your friends and family have already passed, and maybe you might want to go if your sick and knowing they have gone before you and some small thought of being reunited might bring peace.
Where I’m at now, it does scare me.