I am afraid of death.
I used to think of it everyday because of depression.
I think my antidepressant helps me go on with life with out thinking about death.
There are times when I felt ok with death. I felt ok if I died.
I’ve had that same delusion. One of the worst, if not the worst. Permanent scars.
I’m not afraid of dying by my own hands, but from someone else’s hand.
Yes I’m afraid of dying. Don’t want to leave my family most of all. Love them too much. And I don’t want them to suffer if I’m gone or cause them pain and heartache.
Zombie thread. Closing.
Pixel.
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