It’s not the dying I’m afraid of, it’s the pain if I don’t.
Ever just lie awake at night, thinking about how death means things just click off, forever? No more consciousness, no more existing, just nothing. Eternal nothingness.
Yea, I didn't have a great night. I can see why people turn to religion. The thought of paradise is more comforting than the reality of nothing.
I used that joke a few times in my life. When I crashed 15 years ago, I had a brief moment of consciousness as the paramedics started assessing the damage. I realized I had really hurt myself and death might be around the corner. I wasn’t panicking or afraid even though I couldn’t breathe. I didn’t have any racing thoughts of things I wished I had done differently in my life. I was ready to go.
Why that was my response to it is probably a longer story than I feel like posting or anyone wants to read. It was my lifetime of experiences. That perspective has been helpful in my recovery. I haven’t spent time second guessing how I ended up with my disabilities, or feeling cheated out of a different life. Maybe I’m just a grumpy person who thinks the world is fucked up and my condition confirms my worldview, which provides a sense of satisfaction.