A friend of mine once told me that I talk about death alot. I asked him about it later that week, and he said sometimes I seem kind of... focused on it. Farther into the conversation he said one of the effects of that would be fear of death.
That kind of puzzled me. I do talk about death alot. I think about it even more. But... I'm not afraid of it. It doesn't bother me at all. Several of my pets and family members have died, and only one of them made me sad. But I wasn't sad about losing her, I was sad she had to suffer for 16 hours before I could have her put down. I held her all night and morning, trying to make her feel safe. I hurt because she hurt, not because I didn't want to lose her.
I'm totally fine with death. I kind of understand it, in a way. Somehow it makes sense. Why would I be afraid of something I understand?
That kind of puzzled me. I do talk about death alot. I think about it even more. But... I'm not afraid of it. It doesn't bother me at all. Several of my pets and family members have died, and only one of them made me sad. But I wasn't sad about losing her, I was sad she had to suffer for 16 hours before I could have her put down. I held her all night and morning, trying to make her feel safe. I hurt because she hurt, not because I didn't want to lose her.
I'm totally fine with death. I kind of understand it, in a way. Somehow it makes sense. Why would I be afraid of something I understand?
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