I've been dealing with fear of death, and for a while now, my therapist has said that once people get to the root of this fear, they often realise they've actually been afraid of living. For a long time, this didn't register with me, but now I've realised that indeed, I am scared of living!

I think it's because, as a child, 'there was no life' - this is what my inner voice keeps telling me.. There was a chance my dad might get violent, so 'there was no life to be had'. It was too dangerous. I survived by dissociating, by cutting off my emotions. Now I'm working on getting them back so that life will have meaning again..

Think I just needed to share this.. thanks for reading!