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melanch0ly-gh0st · 10 months

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I’ve heard from people that when the world around them isn’t exposed to religion, they’re a lot less… afraid of death.

Death anxiety for me is crippling. Every time death is mentioned in any serious capacity, I get this ping in my gut, like my stomach isn’t there. It’s louder than most of my thoughts, and knowing how little emotional stimulation I receive, that’s incredibly dangerous. But then I go and talk to my friends of people on this site and they talk about how they or their friends weren’t exposed to religion the way I was- receiving a non-secular education, being made to believe that an almighty will torture me for eternity if I don’t love it, etc- have less of a fear for death or for talking about it. Suffering and fighting for your life aren’t as taboo as it is for me. People speak openly about it, they justify the pain they feel and talk about fighting back against it.

So I wanted to ask, if anyone that sees this was religious and became atheist after some time or was atheist for their entire life, can you reblog, reply, send a message or an ask, anything you feel comfortable with, talking about your perspectives on death? I would like to hear because I’ve been in an environment where God is the norm for so long, and I want to know if the pain I feel and the dread from death I get came from something more than brain waves.

#death anxiety #tw death #Tw death anxiety #Thanatophobia #religious #religous trauma #religion #tw religion

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bonelessbabe21 · 5 months

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Cant sleep again, thinking about death >:(

Someone give me a different thing to think about lol

#tw death anxiety

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mothytheghost · 4 months

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Vent

My mental health is so bad rn like im getting scared of the dark...

I feel safe when it's the daytime or I'm in a light room.

The Fucking Dark

Dude. Nothing Is After Me.

The Diddle Fuck.

Why Did That Day Happened!?

#vent #tw death anxiety #shit #death anxiety

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im-totally-not-an-alien-2 · 1 year

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Danny was weak. Amity had been destroyed because of his failure to act and it had hit his obsession hard. The other ghosts jumped on him exploiting his moment of weakness and while he was able to defeat them he was left with very little power left.

He was dying.

Again.

Danny had to choke back a sob. He was alone, scared, and in pain in an unfamiliar dimension in an unfamiliar city that had a smell bad enough to make raccoons turn thier noses away. He needed to find a way to feed his obsession and fast.

It was at that moment a very obviously drugged and hurt Red Robin came falling out of the sky and landed with a thud before him and promptly passed out.

Danny could work with this.

Dragging the other teen as far as he could (which wasn't far in the halfas sorry state) he settled down with the supposed hero on the front step of a boarded up store and rested the guys head in Dannys lap. Taking a deep breath he pulled out one of his parents weapons that he had personally modified. A laser gun that if turned up to the highest setting would be a death ray and at the lowest would be powerful enough to blast someone down a few city blocks. Anyone who tries anything would be in for a world of pain.

Unfortunately there were a lot of people who saw the downed bird being protected by a frail kid with what looked like a toy gun and came walking up with crowbars and bats, intending to get revenge only to find out that it was very much not a toy.

The most annoying ones were these wierd people who Just. Would. Not. Give. Up.

The one with a blue bird on his chest had almost convinced him that he was the heros friend, up until he let slip that his brother, Red Hood had tried to murder him. He got blasted away after that.

Red Hood didn't even get down from the rooftop before Danny blasted him. He had so much bad ghost vibes that Danny could feel exactly where he was even five miles away. Hood didn't understand why he couldn't sneak up on this kid.

Batman gets the "on sight" treatment and Danny is convinced he's a supervillian.

The Joker gets vaporized in front of the batfam, whose jaws are on the floor, except for Jason who's cheering. (Jason later throws a party) Everyone who has a bat logo on them gets blasted. No one can get close and nothing they do can get the kid away. Its only when Robin appears before the kid that Danny visibly relaxes. When Robin asks how he knew he was Red Robins ally Danny pointed out the matching colors.

Robin did not understand the logic behind it but was happy to get the civilian that had been giving them so much grief to a hospital and drag RR to the med Bay to see why he hadn't woken up yet. But no, it was not meant to be. Danny revealed he was not human and that his injuries were more severe than they first appeared, which said a lot because his white shirt looked mostly brownish red at this point.

Anyway, Danny was a supernatural entity who protected people and fed off of them, creating a mutually beneficial situation. The people he protected turned on him seeking knowledge about his biology via the "science and a knife" method and he barely escaped. Danny is so weak now that if he let's Red Robin go Danny would quickly die, but if he doesn't let Red Robin go, he won't wake up. So naturally Danny is too terrified of dying to let RR go and as a consequence Tim is getting the best sleep of his life

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zimthandmade · 11 days

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What do you think the night before Mello and Matt’s death was like? Were they grieving? Were they happy they got to live for as long as they could?

Also, would they have already been together or would they have proclaimed their love the night before their deaths?

I gotta know what you think!! x

I have a scenario written out for this but we're here for visual art not literature, so I'm gonna break it down as short as I can.

As far as I’m concerned, we don’t really know what Mellos canon plan was with the whole kidnapping thing but I don’t think Mello would’ve so easily accepted to go on a kamikaze-mission just to help Near reach his goal. The man had a plan to get out of this as a winner. So I don’t think him and Matt were actively closing off their lives that evening. But they knew their plan was risky as hell and it's wearing down on Mello big time in either universe.

That evening includes Mello overthinking, pacing, absolutely losing his shit, having anxiety/panic attacks, Matt trying to calm him down, Matt talking Mellos ears off about Zelda lore as a distraction method and them finally surrendering to sleepiness.

In 2.1 they would already be together for almost 2 years but I like the idea of a last minute love proclamation in a moment of intimacy. Highly recommend reading Bedsheet Confessional by @not-orphaned-account, which is pretty close to what I imagine went down that night.

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worthless-misery · 2 years

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"Now I know that there's a different way to die. My body breathes. Heart still beats. But I am not alive."

The Pretty Reckless, "Follow Me Down"

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khaire-traveler · 1 month

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Death is scary.

As a concept, it fills many hearts with anxiety, fear, and dread. It keeps people awake at night; it leaves an uneasy feeling in the stomach; it leaves many wondering if they've done all they can with their lives. It is a permanent change - the greatest unknown to all of humankind.

We fear things we don't understand by nature, however natural they may be. We fear major changes outside our control - so little in life is within our reach. We worry and panic and demonize and ignore. We focus so heavily on the bad aspects that we forget to look at the good.

The beautiful life that we've already lived, no matter how difficult; such things deserve celebration. The peace death can bring, transitioning from one chaotic world to one that is silent and calm. The knowledge that it's ok not to know what happens with certainty, it's ok that we don't know everything. Maybe it's not as bad as we think it is. Maybe it's kind and embracing. Maybe it welcomes us as an old friend, with compassion, hospitality, and gentleness.

Death is life's ultimate change, when we move from one form to something entirely new and unexperienced. That can be scary. Change can be scary. But just like in life, I choose to believe that not all change is bad change. There are many things we haven't experienced until we finally do; riding a rollercoaster, going to university, moving to a new place - all of these are changes, some scarier than others, that can result in beautiful experiences beyond what we could've possibly imagined. Whose to death won't be the same?

#cw death #tw death #thanatos deity #death acceptance #this is mostly just a #reminder #to myself not to fear death as much #i tend to have a lot of anxiety around the topic #i hope that this also reminds someone else that it will be ok #no matter what lies ahead #you will be ok

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melanch0ly-gh0st · 7 months

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The problem with the conflict in Israel is that I vaguely recollect statements from my old theology teacher about struggles with the gentiles and how those needed to occur for biblical prophecy to come to pass, meaning that this whole thing is making me feel like I’m about to burn in a place of infinite torment for the rest of time and even after its corpse is left by God’s doorstep

That’s normal, right? Right

#tw death anxiety #death anxiety #Thanatophobia #rant/vent #tw religious trauma #religous trauma #i say I’m not traumatized and then #Palestine and Israel conflict and suddenly I’m shitting myself #like I feel a TWIST in my GUT when I think about it #and I start to think ‘what if it’s all real?’#i.#I need therapy

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dimonds456-but-only-hlvrai · 9 months

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My gift exchange artwork for @melonsharks! Absolutely loved drawing your designs, this was such a blast to work on!

#This was such a fun prompt heehee #i know i keep saying it but ily shark thank you for putting this together #like seriously you work so hard and do so much for us just because *why not*#im famously Bad At Words but you are loved and appreciated #sorry for giving you so much trouble as well- the Anxieties had me fbghdsaj #love ya man #frenrey #hlvrai #benrey #gordon feetman #hlvrai benrey #hlvrai gordon #gun #tw gun #blood #tw blood #death #tw death

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starry-snippets · 1 year

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part 4 jotaro + anxiety attack (tw: nightmares, implied ptsd, grief, chatacter death but no specifics)

thinking about sleeping with jotaro, wrapped in his arms until he tosses in his sleep. you feel the weight leave your sides and it stirs you awake yourself but what concerns you most is his heavy breathing and sweat rolling down his temples. he's gritting his teeth - his normally peaceful face while asleep replaced with nothing but stress.

you readjust yourself so you can hold his hand, your boyfriend immediately squeezing it as he grinds his molars. after a few moments of trying to stir him awake to only have your hand tightly held, you begin to feel pain seep in from how much force he's using.

"jotaro, please wake up." your voice is weak because of weariness, anxiety, and the pain from his grip and your inability to loosen it. "you're hurting me," his grip loosens there but his eyes remain closed. you use your other hand to gently cup his cheek, rubbing soothingly across his skin. "it's okay jotaro, I'm with you." he inhales, inable to speak despite wanting to reassure you he's fine.

his mind is running rapid with memories of battling dio - the lives lost and cruelties he had to bare witness. jotaro's chest feels impossibly tight, like he can't breath despite audibly gasping.

"honey," you say borderline panicked. remaining calm since you know he needs your help, you continue to stroke his cheek and take his hand again to rub circles on his palm. "breathe in and out. let's do it together?"

jotaro hates this feeling; the feeling of being unable to control himself. he's wanted to be strong for you since the first stand you fought together nearly killed you. but here he is now, unable to stop hyperventilating without you holding his hand and your soothing voice counting to twelve for him.

despite the voice telling him he's being weak, jotaro finds a growing peace in him to combat the overwhelming despair he felt from his dream. your kind voice giving him the strength to walk away from this ledge. you continue to rub circles into his palm while your other hand's still against his cheek, he takes a moment to relish in your touch while shakily stabilizing his breathing.

"I know that what we went through rivaled Hell," you say once he's opened his eyes, those beautiful azure eyes you fell in love with staring up at you, positive he's calmed down enough to take things in. "but no matter what I'm here for you. we didn't survive that emo reject together so you could fight through everything else alone." you lean down to kiss his nose, feeling the residue of his sweat on your forehead. you don't care at all as you're too worried about his well being.

"I love you so much jotaro. you're not alone. whatever you need, I'll try my hardest to provide." You kiss his nose again then say, "you mean everything to me jotaro." next you trial down to kiss his cheek, a bit startled when he pulls you into his chest with a hand on the back of your head.

silence consumes you both but it's not awkward. you hear his breath hitch every so often, making you think he didn't want you to see him cry. you don't blame him, feeling relieved that he's comfortable with you enough to let you aid him when grief overcomes him - even if it's just a little at a time. his voice is the shakiest you're ever heard it as he strokes the hair on your head, trying to calm his building sorrow for a second time.

"stay... please, I can't lose you too."

#jojos bizzare adventure x reader #jojos bizarre adventure #jjba jotaro #jotaro kujo #jotaro x reader #jotaro x you #jotaro x gender neutral reader #angst #jjba angst #jjba x reader #jjba part 4 #jjba x y/n #jjba x you #jjba #tw anxiety attack #tw ptsd #tw nightmares #tw character death #jjba blog

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one-time-i-dreamt · 1 year

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I accidentally left a window open and my baby fell out of it and died. I was really anxious about breaking it to my girlfriend because she would be annoyed at how careless I was.

#dream #death tw #child death tw #anxiety #girlfriend

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the-skybrary · 5 months

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Our head protector, Raph, wanted to make a comic documenting some of his personal experiences, since he's a unique case to our system. Part of it was to vent and get the thoughts out of his head, but mostly he just wanted to send a positive message out into the community. We hope it finds you well.

Transcript of the dialogue below the cut:

I’m not like everyone else here. Most of this system is made up of various versions of the core, and they all look like some alternative of the body. A sporty version, a goth version, a punk version, a motherly version. But all of them are her in some way, shape, or form.

There are some fictives here, too, of course. The ratio is about 4:1 though. A majority of the fictives have little to no source memories. They aren’t exactly who they’re based on, they’re their own individual, and they are able to separate themselves from their source.

I can’t. I’m an outlier here.

I have pseudo memories. I remember a life before I came here, and that makes things complicated. Especially because I have a very important job to do.

As a protector, I stand by to help us through everything we’re going through externally. I have experience with dealing in heavy survival-mode situations, and that’s why I believe I was chosen to be here. But…it also means I ended up being given a lot of trauma memories from the body to hold onto, in addition to my own.

I’ve made my peace with my role here. I like it, actually. I have a partner, and a family, unique to this system. I have friends, and I’ve even been able to meet and talk to my source family in other systems.

Although I can’t ignore the way I feel sometimes, living in a body…in a life…that is not my own.

I can’t ignore the real emotions I experience when my source updates. Seeing my family in distress or danger, and being unable to do anything to help causes me intense anxiety. Sometimes if body is having a bad day, the memories will sneak up on me. Other times we’ll see a part reblogged and it will trigger an intense emotion. Sometimes it gets so bad that it affects the entire body and system even when I’m not at front.

I would like to clarify, though, that I’ve never blamed the artist/creator for any of that. As a matter of fact, I think I lucked out with Cass’s Apocalyptic Series being my source. They’re good to me, to my story, and my family. It’s just hard some days, being able to see your life laid out like that to the world.

I feel like a river that was once whole, and then forked to become two. Suddenly I’m going in a different direction, and the path is unfamiliar. I’m me, but I’m not him. I’m us, but I’m not her. I have both memories from source and from body, and it makes me feel…wrong.

I don’t belong here. I can’t mask well. I don’t know how to walk in a body this small. My voice is too feminine when I speak. Being without a shell makes me feel naked, even with clothes on. My claws and strength are gone. All of it is just reminder after reminder that I’m not truly Raph anymore. If I ever even was. ‘Pseudo’ means ‘false’. Fake. Pretend. Unreal.

But I’m Real. The me that exists here and now is real. I eat, I dance, I have hobbies and favorite TV shows. I talk to people in our life, and I form unique relationships with them. I exist. I am a part of this system, and that in turn makes Raph real.

I can’t explain why I have memories and emotions linked to my source. I can’t explain why I formed so differently than the others here. I’m struggling with my identity as I try to balance my job as a system protector with my place in the Outside World, and it’s a lot. Some days I feel stupid and ashamed. Some days I feel okay with it. Some days I don’t care.

I don’t think there’s a right or wrong way to be an alter in a system, no matter what your relationship is to that source, or even based on what your source is! You’ll figure out your own answers with time. They may not be easy answers, and they might make certain things difficult, but I think the most important thing is how you choose to move forward with it all.

We have a saying in my family: Antawa Hitorijani. I guess I just wanted to let you know, if you’re out there and you relate to any of this, that you are not alone. And that I’m not alone either. None of us are.

~ Raph

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compassionatereminders · 2 months

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No but the drama of having to contact your best friend all "yeah I'm afraid I'm dying. And I need you to come get me to a hospital, because it's not an anxiety thing, something is REALLY wrong and it might be a question of hours"

#kat gets personal #hospital tw #health anxiety tw #death tw

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