Random moments of existential dread coupled with sadness
I cannot get over my fear the non-existence after death. Every time I think about it all my feelings start bubbling up and I get depressed.
It's terrifying thinking about non-existence, it fills me with so much dread
It’s been a while since I felt like that, though I know what you’re talking about. I think I’ve come to terms with it and have a really healthy outlook now. I don’t want to die or anything, there’s a lot more I want to do and see and learn, but I also don’t fear death whenever it comes. In some ways it will be a relief.