My cousin brought up death and I freaked out. I had a lot to eat and I'm so stuffed. My stomach hurts so bad I felt like I was about to die or something. My body is still trembling. My aunt keeps telling me I need to let go of this fear and talk about it but I don't know what it is or where to start. I think it has something to do with a dream I had where I was in the elevator and I went crazy, running around screaming trying to kill myself. I keep feeling like I'm gonna lose control like that all week. I've also been procrastinating scheduling a therapy appointment. I have no idea why. I keep telling myself to do it but I never do.