You are not overstepping the mark at all, but I have read a lot of literature around the subject already and am not sure whether yet another book will help in that respect.
The therapist yesterday confirmed what I have suspected for a long time about the root cause of my issues, which all have to do with the way I was brought (or dragged) up and a lot of what she said wasn't exactly news to me; I am well aware of the whys, but need to work on not letting them overwhelm me the way they do. I do hope she can help with that.
I cannot say whether I've always felt the way I do about living or dying, but I have had a number of near-death experiences, which have changed my perspective on death and dying. I am quite perplexed that I am still alive, given some of the circumstances - in a few cases I was very ill and hours away from death before a doctor recognised the symptoms of my illnesses for what they were and I was rushed to hospital. My body is very good at hiding serious illnesses until they are at an advanced stage. I've also had a few suicide attempts in the past, which should have worked, but by some 'miracle' didn't.
The concept of dying and death does not scare me. Cancer does, but for other reasons - I have had most of my dead family members die of it and seen what it did to them and for how long.
How do you make friends? All the people I know are either from university or work or they are my husband's friends and know me by association only; I have given birth quite young and so between studying and working never really had time to develop a life as such. I see no way of meeting other people; there are far too much routine and far too many obligations.
As for happy times? The most relaxed was probably my first year at university - the only time I was able to really be me, without any obligations, but that got cut short through early pregnancy and is now more than a decade away.