I've been obsessed with my own death since I was 6 or 7 years old. I used to lay up at night trying to comprehend what exactly death felt like and what it entails. It went on like that until I was 15 when my depression started(depression is the strongest cure for fear of death) and I no longer feared death. In fact I welcomed it with open arms, and at one point I got so desperate that I attempted to bring about my death on my own.
Now that I have my depression mostly under control, I still don't have that fear of death, but sometimes when I think about it I start feeling apprehensive. Now I just worry about the act of dying and not the actual state of death. The nothingness will be my comfort.
One thing that helped me rationalize my fear of death was to admit that it is an inevitability and to simply prepare myself mentally for it.
Now that I have my depression mostly under control, I still don't have that fear of death, but sometimes when I think about it I start feeling apprehensive. Now I just worry about the act of dying and not the actual state of death. The nothingness will be my comfort.
One thing that helped me rationalize my fear of death was to admit that it is an inevitability and to simply prepare myself mentally for it.
Even if the open windows of science at first make us shiver after the cozy indoor warmth of traditional humanizing myths, in the end the fresh air brings vigor, and the great spaces have a splendor of their own - Bertrand Russell
