I’m tired of the constant idea of mortality weighing on me
I honestly feel cliche even ranting about this, but it’s began to interfere so much with my daily routine. More often than not I think about the people around me dying, and how horrific it really is. I find myself not aligned with any religion at all, and the afterlife is something that I can’t really see. So for me, if someone dies then that’s the end of everything for them. There’s no soul to live on and carry their memories and experiences, they’re just a hollow husk of a body. Something about that really distresses me and I’ll find myself crying at the thought of this at times. I’m only 22, I feel like I’m too young for me to bear these sorts of ideas. It’s also been getting steadily worse where I’m beginning to question the essence of life and what it really means for me to even be alive. I’ve definitely always had depression, but not a weird sort of suicidal ideation that I’ve been having because of my inner turmoils with trying to understand what life is. I just want this feeling of dread to go away