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#death anxiety
magentasnail · 1 month
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endless thoughts of impending doom
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convolutedblasphemy · 1 month
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Living with thanatophobia is just like.... "wow i feel really happy today! ☺️" and then your brain follows it up with "someday soon you will never feel anything ever again 🙂"
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mortalityisoverrated · 5 months
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I so desperately don't want to stop existing. I want to keep learning and thinking and feeling, I want to experience everything I possibly can, I want to see how the future looks. I try to live life to the fullest but I already had such a late start, being disabled and too poor to afford care until very recently. It was only through sheer luck that I was able to get to where I am now in life, and the second I started to really enjoy myself, I suddenly can't escape the knowledge that one day it will end. And life after death being the same as life before birth does not comfort me. I know what happened before I was born, I get to experience the past to a certain extent while I'm alive, but the future? I will never see the future. It feels like the world is ending, my chest gets tight, my heart starts beating so fast and loud in my ears, my brain gets cold and fuzzy, my fingertips go numb and tingly, and suddenly I'm hyperventilating and dizzy and sobbing on the floor.
There's just not enough time. I'm so young, only 26, and yet the past decade went by so fast it's like I was 16 and I blinked and now I'm close to 30. And sometimes, the fact that I'm so young also scares me. It means that the worst thing to happen to me probably hasn't happened yet. So many diseases I could get, accidents that could happen. And then BOOM, no more me. No more of everything I've ever known. I smoked heavily for 8 years, and even though I've now quit, what if those 8 years were enough to end me? I just hope that when I do die, I'm not aware that I'm about to die, because I know that I wouldn't enjoy my final seconds. I would be desperately clinging to life, begging a god I've never believed in to please let me stay a little longer. Please let me exist just for a few more hours, days, years. Don't take this away from me, please.
Sometimes I write in my journal little messages to future humans, where I give consent to bring me back. Just in case in some distant future they finally crack the code, please I give you permission, please bring me back, please give me another chance. I find myself imagining an ethics board of futuristic scientists all debating whether or not it's morally okay to bring past humans back to life. They will be using quantum computers to scan massive databases of archived journals written by ancient humans, and then they will find my little plea. And they'll bring me back.
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The more unlived your life, the greater your death anxiety. The more you fail to experience your life fully, the more you will fear death.
Irvin Yalom
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externalmemorycomic · 11 months
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This strip marks the beginning of the thrilling "me and Mouse go visit my dad and his wife and their dog" saga - stay tuned 😎 (Also: I have a Patreon! For just 3€/3.50$) a month YOU get daily updates of this comic and WE get money for bills and food, which fuels me to make even more comics!!! So far I've posted 150 comics to my Patreon already - check out the link in my pinned post if you like :D)
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owllog1991 · 1 year
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What's up I'm Andrew!
I draw and paint weird creatures and try and create visuals to describe my death anxiety.
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pageofheartdj · 3 months
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Philosophical answers do NOT help psychological problems!!
I don't need you to explain how there are 7 billions people on the planet and death is natural and it's like falling asleep and how I didn't exist before birth it doesn't MATTER.
My brain doesn't care for these smart-ass logical thoughts.
It freaks out and acts completely irrational.
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themogaidragon · 7 months
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Thanatophobia Pride Flag
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[IMAGE ID: a flag with five horizontal stripes with the central one being bigger. Their colors are, from top to bottom, grey, brown, white, grey and dark green. In the center of the flag there is a dark brown symbol of a skull. END ID]
[IMAGE ID: a flag with five horizontal stripes with the central one being bigger. Their colors are, from top to bottom, grey, brown, white, grey and dark green. END ID]
Thanatophobia: irrational fear of death. Can also be called death anxiety.
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I don’t want to die and the fact that I will anyway stresses me out so much
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r04dk1lld0g · 4 months
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it feels a bit like i should be rotting away in the ruins of a church
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snailnap · 1 year
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thanatophobia sucks because i’ll really just be sitting in my bed watching game grumps and suddenly my brain is like “one day you won’t be able to do this anymore” and i’m like damn! cool okay! i’m gonna pause game grumps and think about this for three hours thank you brain!
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Barbie, one of the few movies directly about Death Anxiety and Thanatophobia.
That was not a sentence I expected to write, but here we are.
If you haven’t already seen Barbie, I highly recommend it. It is a story about Existing, and what it means to Exist.
Barbie is an Idea. In this way, Barbie is strangely immortal, but she begins to have thoughts about Death, Mortality, and what Life Means. Her journey throughout the movie is to find out who she Is.
She wants to be Stereotypical Barbie. Pretty, blonde, partying every night, empowering women, and living her best pink life, day after day. She says it in the movie: she never wanted change.
But change happens.
Even for ideas.
We can see this just by looking at the way we’ve taken and reframed Grimm Fairytales, Ancient Greek Myths – hell, even the way we try to reframe and reinvent superheroes! Change is our only true constant, and so, change came from the Idea of Barbie.
At the end of the movie, Barbie is given a choice: stay an Idea Without End – or become Human.
This is a story that, perhaps, doesn’t celebrate death…but it certainly accepts it in an indirect fashion, because not only does Barbie pick to be human, she also makes one of her first actions as a human be a gynecological appointment.
I admit, I laughed my ass off at the ending line, because it was perfectly unexpected. Now that I’ve had time to sit with it, it’s also perfectly poignant.
Barbie’s first act is accepting her mortality and her change, by going to make sure she is healthy, by taking the steps to deal with the reality that she is now Mortal, and that means having parts of her that can get diseased.
Barbie’s first positive human interaction in this movie, is also notable. She has a lot of interactions with men who look at her lecherously, or when she tries to steal, but the first notable good one, is with an aged woman, that she calls beautiful – and the woman acknowledges it. It’s not a humbling compliment to a woman who’s forgotten her worth – it’s an uplifting one to a woman who knows it and can embrace it.
Yet again, Barbie flips expectations. We don’t expect this woman to know she’s beautiful, because our society doesn’t call old people beautiful. But there’s not a SINGLE hesitation from this woman in accepting it.
Barbie does many things right in opening a conversation about Life, about Death, about Aging, and about Making A Purpose.
Barbie doesn’t know what her purpose is, or what she’s going to do with her mortality, but she knows, she wants to live. She knows, she wants to have the opportunity to create, to change – and that is what humanity is. We all live a life where we can create things and make meaning. We are inventors, whether we just invent feelings in other people for a short period of time with our arts, invent smiles on the faces of our friends, invent airplanes for travel, or invent pet-steps up onto our beds because the ones in the store just weren’t working for our pet’s gait.
And then we age.
And we die.
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Nothing in the movie sugarcoats this, and it expresses death as a Fear. It doesn’t say death is desirable at any point, but it does say it has to be accepted in order to experience and enjoy life. Just as aging, if we are lucky, is experienced, and is a whole other realm of beauty and experience.
Barbie was not the movie I expected it to be, and I love it for that. I love how the longer I sit with the experience, the more I find that comforts me in the message it offers, as a movie about struggling with existence and meaning.
Yes, it genders this message – but it’s not a movie that is Pro-Women, Down With Men.
Ken’s struggles are highlighted, and the mistakes he makes trying to deal with those struggles, too. Ken learns, like Barbie learns, that he has to find out who he is, and who he wants to be, apart from Barbie. He struggles with the expectations of men, the way Barbie struggles with the expectations of women, and both of them come out ready to learn who they really are.
It’s a wonderful movie.
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solsticeivy · 2 months
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Maybe it's because I'm affected by anxiety every minute of every day but I don't understand the mindset of people who are just "well if there's nothing after this life, I won't know about it so it doesn't matter." Like how does that not bother you? Like the thought of just losing your sense of consciousness? How can you just shrug it off or not think about it? How do you just ignore that? How do you turn those thoughts off? How are you not even a little bit scared and/or intrigued?
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fandommemequeen · 1 year
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"my child is fine" ur child fears their own death more than anything and isnt prepared for a life where they arent a child anymore
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sepostscreencaps · 5 months
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Creepy Panel for the Haloween Season, from Soul Eater post chapter 41
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melanch0ly-gh0st · 9 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.
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