To ask if your scared of death?

[Babababababybel23]

I was lying in bed last night and for some reason I imagined myself having a heart attack and dying. And I'm only in my early twenties
The thought of it absolutely terrified me. I don't usually think about this kind of stuff, it just came out of nowhere. I then started thinking about an article I read about the fact that your brain still works after you die so you can still hear things. I think that is what put the most fear into me

Not of being dead but terrified of the process.

Sincerely hope assisted dying is legalised by the time I am elderly as I dread a slow decline and being unable to take care of myself even if the carers are kind. I would much rather be able to make my plans in advance so that I can go peacefully before I get to that stage. My Gran lived to 96 and was hale and hearty until her final six months - that would be fine by me. It's the not knowing and having no control that terrifies me if I allow myself to dwell on it.

Yes. It's bloody brilliant being, I don't want to not be any more. The fact I won't be around to notice I'm not around does not make it better.

No, but I’m scared of leaving my children behind. And DH I suppose (although he could finally get the massive telly I’ve constantly vetoed, so every cloud )

I think we all come back and have another go at life actually. But yes, I worry about an early death before my children are grown.

Not afraid of death per se - but I am scared of suffering a painful/violent death.

I'm also very afraid of leaving my children, and hope to live to an age where they are well into adulthood.

If I think about it long enough, I'm afraid of just becoming nothingness I suppose. Of the unknown. But I can also allow my mind to wander and imagine my father and grandparents being with me again.

I actually had a heart attack and went into cardiac arrest. I died and am only here today because the wonderful paramedics zapped me back to life.
There was nothingness, no light, no tunnel, no choirs or loved ones waiting, just nothing. No pain, no fear. I had been in severe pain but it stopped.
Anyway, no. I'm not frightened of dying, because I know it's peaceful and painless.

I worry about how I'll go, rather than when I go.

No.
I'm afraid of a tragic/violent/premature end but not of death itself.

Dr wrongly presumed I had a heart condition. Omg when you think it's around the corner it's fucking terrifying.

I'm not afraid of being dead, because I am rabidly atheistic

Atheists can actually fear death too.

Surprise. Surprise.

I don't fear death. However the idea of dying in some kind of accident along with my DH scares the ever loving shit out of me as my DC would be left with my parents who could not handle the eldest 2 let alone the youngest with SN.
However I do think once you're gone it's lights out shows over folks

It is my belief that when we die we're going home, the next life is the real one. This life is full of worries and woes.

No, because I know that our souls carry on after our bodies "die" and we don't need them anymore. It'll be like waking up from a dream - "So that's what having a human life was like. " And I've spoken to someone who "died" over twenty years ago. He has left me in no doubt whatsoever that he can still see and hear everything e.g. hiding an object as a joke, a couple of hours after I mentioned it, then returning it a few minutes later after I demanded it back. (I've mentioned this previously). You are your soul; this body is just a temporary vessel. Death is just the end of that very short, human part of your existence.

I was not alive for a very long time before I was alive and as far as I recall, it was no problem!

I was told I was very seriously ill when I was in my twenties with a very poor likely outcome and I ended up completely recovering against all doctor predictions and now it's 20+ years later and I'm fine.

Since that experience I've been very aware of how lucky I am to get to enjoy life, have DCs and watch them grow up, etc., and I never forget how quickly it can all go away (and almost did). That sounds negative, but it's really not. It's made me very appreciative of life and less prone to complaining about things that just don't matter in the grand scheme of things.

I’m not scared of being dead. I believe that we will find heaven, our loved one gone before us and peace.
I’m not scared of the process of dying. Quick or slow. I have worked in palliative care, I would hope for a death that was quiet, calm and pain free, the death I aimed for for my patients.
I am scared of how my death will affect the loved ones around me. My son is only four months old. It terrifies be leaving him before he is ready to live independently.

Absolutely terrified. I have been told my whole life that eternity in hell awaits everyone who isn't a born again Christian. I don't much fancy eternity in hell. But no matter how hard I try to believe, I'm not a born again Christian.

Logically I think 'well it just doesn't make sense that God would create all these billions of people, against their will, with the sole intention of sending them all to hell' but then in the back of my mind I think 'but what if I'm wrong about that?'.

I don’t fear death, but I very much want to stay alive. There is so much I still want to do and to experience. I would be sad to leave DS, though my own dad died when I was a child so I know he’d get over it. I think DH would find single fatherhood very emotionally difficult, but he’d actually do a good job of it.

My MIL had a long drawn-out illness over two years prior to her death. My dad dropped dead on holiday with absolutely no warning. I’m not sure which is better - to know you’re dying (which must be awful) but on the other hand get to say goodbye and tie up loose ends? Or to go unexpectedly and painlessly but with no chance to say goodbye?

Yes, always have been, as I think it will be dark, and I don't like the dark. I can't get my head around the thought of not being

Thank god it’s not just me! It always happens to me as I’m trying to get to sleep. All of a sudden I realise one day I’ll be dead. Not a maybe. A definitely. And that will be it. No more chances. No more DH. No more children. And my heart speeds up rapidly as I try and get my head around not existing

no because I've experienced too much to think of death as being the end. I do not like the thought of leaving DD though.

Like many others I am not afraid of death itself but of leaving my children too soon and stuff like that.

I subscribe to Pratchett school. I think it likely that you get what you expect for an after life, so I am keeping my expectations high.

It's unavoidable and there is nothing I can do about it, so I just don't sweat it.

I'm worried about what will happen to my severely disabled son when I am not around to look after him or make sure that he is looked after properly.

Not particularly. The manner of death may be unpleasant but death its self, what to fear? All those who have gone before me will be waiting for me.

I am chronically ill. The fear I have is that my needs won’t be met during the long drawn out months or years of dying. Death itself, no. It will be a release from my living hell.

Not scared of death in any way but I can't bear the thought of leaving my kids alone in this world.

Heaven can wait.