For about a year now I've had multiple daily in-depth thoughts about death. Not only my own, but those of my loved ones, everyone on the planet etc.
I think it was triggered by:
- 3 people from a family we knew dying in a terrorist attack last Easter
- Turning 50 last year
- Listening to the (utterly brilliant) You Me and the Big C podcast: many, many episodes in the space of a couple of weeks.
I'm very, very lucky in that I've not really lost anyone close. I do remember my grandmother dying when I was about 7 and I remember vividly that that was when I first became aware that people die. I didn't go to the funeral, but I had recurrent nightmares afterwards of being buried alive. I have never been able to go in a small, enclosed underground space such as a cellar because of it.
I can be sat with DH and our teenage DCs having a lovely time be it chatting or watching TV or out for lunch and the thoughts come thick and fast. I talk to DH about it, but I don't feel I can talk to anyone else, because I don't want to start them off thinking about it.
I'm not depressed, although I am a naturally up and down, emotional person. On the whole I have a very good life and a family who love me deeply.
Has anyone else experienced this? I want to try to deal with it because I don't want it to be like this for the rest of my life.
TIA