For me, it’s disappearing. That someday something will happen to me and no one will ever know what it was and where I am. That I will become one of those mysteries you see online and on TV shows. Whenever I think about it I feel nothing but dread.
Dementia
This for me. Would love a peaceful death with next to know one ever knowing who I was but with me completely knowing who I was until the last moment (well ideally in sleep so that last part is a little malleable)
My biggest fear is that my office chair might break in such a way that the hydraulic piston breaks through the seat and punctures my colon.
I’m afraid I’ll live my whole life in fear like I’m doing now, that I’ll never experience love, that one day I’ll wake up old and alone, in misery and just waiting to die but too afraid end it.
That last part I get. I want to face death calmly and rationale and if living is painful or such would like the accessibility and option and will to take a painless option.
Your fear of disappearing resonates the worst for me in regards to my daughter (4) doing so. It makes me want to vomit to think of her just gone, at the mercy of someone or something else, with no way to know where she is or how to save her. It rips my heart in half that so many parents throughout time have lived this exact nightmare and never received answers. I find some relief that I live in a very safe part of the world where child abductions rarely (if ever) happen, but there are a number of other ways your little girl can just vanish.
I wouldn’t say this perpetually weighs on my conscious, but every time I remember it can happen, it really fucks with my head.
The idea that life maybe just isn’t worth it. I can’t seem to be rid of it but I take the fact that it scares me as a good sign.
Having to work for another 20 years.
ooh. don’t make me think about that. If its even only 20.
Checks calendar, “oh shit.”
Medical needles/injections, and that moment when we die. Not death itself, but that moment when the lights go out. I feel like I’ll know and be very scared. Also mold for some reason. I can’t bring myself to touch it or clean it, so I just have to prevent it or, worse case, chuck whatever has the mold.
My biggest fear is something happening to my kids. If something happened to them my hair would turn white, I would curl up in a ball and die.
Or something happening to my wife (who I’ve been in a relationship with more than half my life now). This is about the only thing for me. I’ve come to gripes with my own mortality but even I’ll admit it would be hard to move on from the loss of a close loved one. Grief is just difficult.
Hey I’ve seen this one! https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Joyce_Vincent
Man, that’s so sad.
Dylan.
…Bob? Bob Dylan?
No, Dylan Thomas.
My temper
Heights, s.n.a.k.e.s, clowns, and being kidnapped and getting sick or not having feminine products while I’m locked in a place without adequate facilities. Also, the vastness of things like the ocean or the grand canyon. And that I’ll wake up from the dream, be 12, have to relive my life, and wont know how to get back to this exact spot.
What is so bad about snakes?
No feet
That’s not true. Many snakes are over twelve inches long! Hope this helps.
nearly everything unfortunately. my therapist tells me my amygdala is over active
Are you afraid of mustard?
lol, that gave me a chuckle.
not unless I’m wearing something that I care about getting stains on
The idea of living as if my life hadn’t really started yet and then one day realizing I’m old and I wasted my life.
There is no changing the future or past actions. The only time you can change anything is this very moment. If you focus on what you may or may not have tomorrow, you aren’t living today.
