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<font color="purple">Infact, every time I talk about it, it just seems to get worse. It's not death itself that I fear, but that thought that life just...ends. That there isn't an afterlife. How I wish some kind of religious sect could brainwash me so I didn't have to deal with this kind of pain.
Ignornace is really a bliss, isn't it? </font> |
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((((((((((((( Kaika )))))))))))))))))))
I used to have a very intense fear of dying, I think I just out grew it cause it's not nearly as bad as it used to be.
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<font color="purple">Instead of growing out of it, mine just kind of morphs to fit whatever my current mindset is. Like, when I was a little kid, I didn't want to sell my soul to the devil and go to hell, and now it's the thought of no afterlife period. </font>
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As we practice letting go of thinking we have control over things that we don't, the fear of death gets better.
The frightening reality that we are here for a short time... that everything is temporary... can also free us up to live our life. Imagine all the people....living for today. (John Lennon, Imagine) |
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<font color="purple">Well, my T an I talked about this a little further. It did help resolve my problems with death (at least temporarily?) but man, every time I think of it instead of being debilitated I still have a shot of intense kind-of fear...if only I could just let it go... </font>
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That fear of dying.............I still get it, but not as bad as before. Okay yes its still there. I hate it! Why didn't I have it before? I wish I could just get it off of my mind. I think an option would be hypno, but the chances of that working on me: slim to none.
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