I cannot get over my fear the non-existence after death. Every time I think about it all my feelings start bubbling up and I get depressed. It’s terrifying thinking about non-existence, it fills me with so much dread
Before I was born I couldn’t conceive of existence nor will I regret it after I’m gone. The idea that because I was ripped from the ether contrasted with the fact that I will one day return, doesn’t bring peace to me. I exist and for as long as I do the end of my existence will wrench my gut and bitter my tongue. I hate death and I resent my inevitable march towards it.
