I've decided to create a blog to vent some of my thoughts. Ever since my grandfather died... no, before that. for maybe a couple of years...I've been obsessed over my death. Not suicide or that someone will get me, but dying of old age. I think about it constantly and it causes me great anxiety. I thought I had faith, but I do not. Otherwise, I wouldn't be suffering like this. When we die, do we go to heaven or does nothing happen? is there a God and if there is why can't I talk to him? Why can't I hear him? Fear has taken a hold on me and it's refusing to let go. I'm even finding it hard to sleep and find myself looking for distractions from my dark thoughts.
I also find myself asking the question: Am I the only one who feel s this way? How do they deal with these emotions? How does the world look thru other people's eyes? I hope that writing this helps.
