my other post got locked because i tried to use a specific word that it didn’t like.

what other painless ways can people die that isn’t old age

Longing to head back to a place called “home” which I haven’t had in years . The only time I’m home is when I close my eyes and pretend I’m walking back through the front door of the childhood home I haven’t entered in years . When I convince myself I can smell roast in the crock pot that you’ve been cooking for everyone for hours . I’ll walk in and you’ll be doing the dishes or in your room watching true crime documentaries or the first 48 . I’d crawl into your bed and sleep with you every night till I was 12 because I was scared of the dark and my own shadow but nothing remains but my lonely desolate shadow . The food isn’t in the kitchen cooking because now it’s just me and I never got your recipe . I won’t see you doing the dishes because there are no dishes to be done because there is no family dinners . I won’t walk in and see you watching crime documentaries because most of the cases are solved now and the TV isn’t in the same spot and it’s no longer ours . Crawling into your bed isn’t an option because there is no bed of yours in a house that hasn’t been touched by our family in years because you’ve been dead for 581 days . The only thing that remains is the emptiness inside of me when all I have is my shadow because my world did in fact end when you died mom . The only hope I have now is to sleep and see you in my dreams and remember it in the morning and play the dream over and over again because it’s the only thing I have left of you . Memories . There is no home . You were my home .

me and my friends found a campsite in the forest, and we started stealing from it. we thought it was just abandoned, but then this guy on a bike came and started chasing us with a knife. he’s homeless and the tent is where he lives. anyways, we all ran and i fell behind because of the thick bushes and the homeless dude caught up to me. he held me at knifepoint but i talked my way out of it. i legit could have just been stabbed to death by this homeless dude. my friends were still running this whole time and i don’t blame them for leaving me behind. anyways i just wanted to save and quit like a video game but this is real life and there is no going back. it was FREAKY bro. crazy thing about this is that me and the homeless dude became friends after all this but he died like 2 months after because of a seizure

What happens after we die is scary to think about. We’ve all spent time wondering at some point in our lives what happens, and it can lead down multiple rabbit holes for us with any imagination. What does everyone’s end of life inner monologue look like?

I’ll start. I’ve don’t remember ever not being freaked out like this, but here goes:

“Most likely there’s no afterlife. There’s no proof and no reason to just assume that what we hope (heaven and hell, meeting God) is somehow going to happen. But let’s assume there’s an afterlife. Does that end at some point? Because if it doesn’t, do I want to be around for an infinite amount of time? What happens if my afterlife vehicle (like a body, if that’s what’s assumed) is defective? What if I don’t like it? What if it’s just me as I am? What age will I be? This is just going to be what I feel for infinity? As in, it can’t end? Cuz that’s scary shit…”

“But what happens if there’s no afterlife? Everything ends? So nothing in life matters? I’m assuming I’ll go back to how things were before I was born, and I’ll have no consciousness. That’s pretty dark too. I wish I hadn’t started thinking about this…”

What say you? How does your inner train of thought go when thinking about exactly what’s going to happen?

just a thought.

As a child my father was enlisted in the U.S. army. We where station in Germany and I was in 1st grade. So my mom Besides she wants to Chaperone R trip to the zoo So we'll get to do everything's cool and we move to where the primates are now for context the animals aren't behind glass , it like there habitat and 40 foot dropp about 25 feet between us and the animals so I'm teasing the gorilla she pregnant and ig I piss her off she goes tell the male and he comes out beating and shit on his chest and we think its the coolest shit ever, I got about playing non the wiser but he had marked me he runs to the end of the enclosur picks up a chunk of rock and beamed it at my head, my mother who is watching the whole thing takes of at a dead sprint and right before the rock made Impact with head I look up and see my mom hand covering. My face. She intercepted the rock with her wrist now it completely destroyed her wrist she has had to have multiple surgeryover the years , I could only imagine what it would have done to my head ..... I don't think anything happenedto the gorilla lol I kno we didn't get a check doe lol .

There is an essence of beauty that lies in death. The fact that this mortal human life will end someday makes it even more worth living while we’re here. And I’ve come to realise that death is the very thing that gives meaning to this life. Imagine being immortal, you definitely would not live your life everyday to its fullest while knowing that this life will never end. When you know that you can die at any moment, you live and glow differently.

I almost die 2 times, first time I had a miscarriage and lost a lot of blood and at some point I feel that I was going to die, after that I started to have panick attacks and general anxiety issues, the second one, I’ve been captivated in a mental facility in Mexico for a year, I lost 80 pounds, I was so skinny that I can feel and see my bones, I get really sick, before I escape I barely walk, I started to think I was dying and since then I m more conscious about what’s everyone’s fate, Iately before sleeping I have this thoughts about death, that it’s inevitable, wondering if it will be painful and thinking about my lifeless body being incinerated or discomposing.

My parents still live and knowing they will not live more than a few years makes me feel with a anguish and live preoccupied.

Every time I think that this will happen and time is running, this void in my chest about unexsitance suffocates me.

Anyone experiencing this? How can I get over this?

My friend died and I'm so jealous. Sorry I just had to tell someone and chose this.

Why am I so scared to die? It can and will send me into panic attacks sometimes. I believe in God and an afterlife but I think it’s just the foreverness and the fact there’s nothing we can do to stop and it and everyday is a day closer to that. I can’t stop these intrusive thoughts. They are hurting my sleep as I get scared to sleep and I’m worried will soon start to affect my daily life at work if I can’t stop thinking about it. Sometimes I fall asleep and wake up hyperventilating.

I’ve been to therapy in the past but it didn’t seem to work. I know I have anxiety and am medicated for it. Maybe I did the wrong type of therapy?

Please if you’ve struggled with this what did you do to overcome it?

• Sorry if my English is not good, I'm Asian. While writing this comment, I am a 20 year old student. I especially feel afraid of death when I think about it. I thought a lot every night about it. I'm not a religious person, so for me death is the end. If I die slowly and am aware of it, perhaps what I have in mind is a feeling of oblivion, of fear, of curiosity about what will happen next. If I died suddenly and wasn't aware of it, it would still be scary for a living person like me right now.
• But there is one thing that still reminds me to this day, that was one evening when I was 3 years old. One evening when I woke up, I turned to the side and saw a ghost standing in front of my bed, it was black, wearing a sword. I screamed and it disappeared. It was a very scary experience for a 3 year old like me that I remember to this day (I could go into more detail about this although some details I may have forgotten but what I said is Exactly). That haunted me for many years to come. I was afraid of the dark. I forced my mother to stay up all night to watch me sleep (yeah I was quite young at that time so it was cruel. I also thought that my mother would stay up all night to watch over me but later my mother told me that she went to bed right after I fell asleep).Now that I'm grown up, there's a little bit of fear behind me when I talk about it, but I no longer feel scared, and I also feel uncomfortable when I go to sleep with the light on (Up until 10th grade, I still had to sleep with the lights on. all lights). That makes me less afraid when thinking about death, at least maybe I will exist in some form or maybe what I saw was an alien.
• That aside, I've been thinking a lot about death. I understand that being born into this world is truly a very lucky thing, it is almost impossible according to probability but you and I are both here. But was I born at the wrong time? It is a selfish statement of mine, I am a human being, a person who is afraid of death, I wish I could live as long as I want. I have a thought: if time is infinite somehow, human science can overcome natural disasters before they happen, then they just continue to develop, right? Perhaps at some point humans will be able to control every smallest particle in the universe and humans will have an almost immortal life (don't think about land at this time), but it's difficult for me and you now can live again. I always console myself that the probability of me coming back to life is very low, but time is infinite, so I can wake up at some point. Sorry maybe that thought is crazy.
• Talking a little about the soul, to me the soul is the continuity of memory, the continuity of memory in me creates myself. Maybe the me of 1 second ago is not the me of now, the me of now is just receiving my memories. There is a case that I really like in the movie Ajin: Demi-Human, (explained if you haven't seen it: that person can come back to life after death, regenerating from the body part that remains the most after death.) but there is one episode that I remember very much. That is, if my body lost its head, and then from the body grew another head, would it be me who continues to live?

Actually, I've thought a lot about death, there's a lot more I want to write, but I'll just stop here for now. I'll write more when I remember what I've thought. Thank you for listening to me. I'd be happy if you leave your thoughts on this matter. Thank you

Please kill me, I don’t have the guts to do it myself. I’m asking the universe to put me out of my misery. I want to make a deal with the devil. How can some people manifest what they want but I can’t. I can’t be better at this point I’m too far gone. Just put me to rest! I’m not asking I’m pleading. Only posting here cause it made me pick a sub. I thought I could just write in my profile to get my thoughts out. Not looking for any votes or replies I just wanted to put this out there.

I'd like to find people to discuss death as a principle of nature, as a uniting feature of all life, where human death is just one small part of the whole cycle.

Are there other people here who see death this same way or is there a better place for this? Or should we create a new subreddit for that kind of discussion?

I need someone to talk to , just as a friend , maybe just in general , this sub has helped me before and I hope it will again

So im watching a movie where a woman dies while giving birth. Do they stich the woman up like they do normally?

I am now becoming 27, and my grandfather passed away two months ago. Ever since, I have felt that half of my life is already gone and I haven’t done anything special. My hairline is starting to recede, and all the people around me are getting weaker and older. I am scared and anxious. I have that helpless feeling that life is only now going downhill, and I do not want to die. I have a chronic health problem, and I have to bear with it for the rest of my life. I feel like I cannot handle the reality of becoming old, and one day dying.

I was raised Catholic. I was taught to believe that a heaven was waiting for me after I die, and even though I believed it, everytime I imagined death I just pictured it as absolutely nothing. I always had my doubts, and around the time I was 13 I realized that I don't believe in God, or anything. Around that point, I figured if I'm not able to remember that I was alive, why should it bother me? I'm now 20, and I'd become the happiest I'd ever been, I have everything I want. Then suddenly, I was reminded of my own mortality. And this time I was terrified. I haven't been able to act like myself, I can't eat without my stomach hurting, and I can't act normal around my friends and family knowing that they're all gonna have the same fate as me. I love being alive and I can't handle the idea that one day I won't be able to exist. In recent times, I've had the worst panic attacks I've ever felt, the most tears I've ever cried. I hate the idea that my sentience is just an illusion created so my body could survive, that it's a blip in the grand scheme of things and that my conscience will go back to wherever it came from. I don't know how to go back to being happy. I'm not even truly sad, I just want to live.

I remember the day I realized my mortality. I was 8 or 9, and I realized that if I was getting older, so were my parents. And I knew that grandparents could die, which meant my parents could die. And that’s how it started. A fear I’d lose my parents. And then I realized I would die too, eventually. Everything and everyone I loved would be ash and there was nothing I could do to stop it. Ever since I’ve had panic attacks and nightmares. I’ve avoided situations I was afraid I’d get hurt. I had preeclampsia and was life flighted at one point, and I was so scared they were afraid I’d have a heart attack in the air. Lately I’ve been having night terrors and sleep paralysis. I can’t remember the dreams, but I wake up unable to move with the fear in my chest that just knows I’m dying. Something in me knows I’m dying and everyone I love is in danger and I try to move to get my baby but I can’t, I’m stuck until eventually I fall back asleep. It’s scary for me to think about. I’m not religious, I wasn’t raised that way and I find it hard to believe in anyways. I know what scientifically happens when you pass, I’ve read books on death and grief and anxiety and the afterlife. But I’m scared, I’m sad too. I don’t want to think about the day I’m no longer with my son and husband. When I’m no longer able to see a sunrise. I can’t even think about my son growing old and passing. I grew up amongst enough death, twin brothers and so, so many friends over the years. I decided in recent years to not attend any more funerals unless absolutely necessary, because they’re so stressful and anxiety-inducing. How do I get over this fear? I can’t sleep. My stomach hurts most of the time. I can’t stop the obsessive thoughts. The what ifs. I can’t go through my day without thinking “enjoy this bc you’ll be dead one day” and sometimes I can’t leave the house because I’m afraid I’ll die if I do. I know how silly it sounds but it’s been years and I feel like it’s only gotten worse.

No one gets out of this game alive, no one. Everyone ever born will perish, today or tomorrow—it is of little importance in the grand scheme of things.

There is no need to be afraid; go and try to live your best life, worry-free.

People imagine that they have control over their lives, but we, in fact, do not. Getting hit by a bus tomorrow is a real possibility.

So why be bothered about some pointless life event, work meeting, or anything else at all?

Why spend this extremely limited time on Earth in a state of fear? It's not like fear and worry can save us from our fate. And we all share the same fate—death of this body and mind.

Does the soul exist? Do other adventures await? Who knows.

First, I don't really have beliefs, pretty agnostic or neutral about everything. Second, it's taken many years to come to this possible conclusion. I don't think I've construed my thinking, I truly believe this is as real as it can be.

I have a feeling before it happens. Multiple times now, I have had a seemingly random thought of someone I know being dead. Distant great aunt, grandmother, mother, cousin, etc and recently a friend that was young who passed unexpectedly in their sleep.

My grandmother died from complications of bowel obstruction. I had realized I hadn't seen her in a few days, and thought if she dies soon, I will not forgive myself that I wasted days not seeing her. So I went to see her, and she said she couldn't poop. That's all, she was fine other than that she couldn't poop and my heart felt like it stopped. I felt like I knew she was going to die. And she did a couple days later in the hospital.

My mom committed while I was in the home as a teen, and at the time nothing was suspicious but my brain kind of flipped a switch, and I disassociated into a state of imagining she had died.. she did but I didn't know until about 45 minutes later

My cousin, 17, was rebelling in school and doing drugs. Yes, drugs kill, it's obvious. But I remember telling him that if he doesn't turn his life around, there's no question about it, he will die. He passed a month later from an unknown drug. And when I heard, for some reason, it felt like it had already happened.

With my young friend who was 20, I had a thought randomly while doing something, that she had passed. I tried brushing it off, thinking she's young, don't be so ridiculous and cruel. About a week later and she passes in her sleep, with no knowledge of ever being sick or anything.

Thoughts? Reassurance? Anyone heard of this? Death creeps me out, but it sure feels like there's too many full circle moments.

My mom found something floating in one of our rain barrels. Turned out to be a dead, rotting cat.

Just another example of something dying, and you have no choice but to shrug your shoulders and keep on. This cat had no big ceremony, no tearful funeral with friends and family. Why are we any different?

You’re just active, moving around, uh, meowing, then you’re bloated and rotting in a rain barrel. Sucks to suck, I guess.

When I die I don’t think heaven and Earth are going to become still. There’s just gonna be a little ceremony and then I’ll be quickly forgotten about. I don’t know why death has to mean that much, it’s the natural end for all of us.

My best friend took her life a few days ago. A medium had came in and connected and said my best friend’s energy was around a dark dahlia. I’ve never heard her talk about one when she was alive so it’s confusing on what it truly means. I need help to figure out what it means

So how do people cope with that fear? This will definitely be a topic with my therapist, but I would like to know what other people do to cope. Are there any systems of belief that are suggested to overcome the fear of death and the unknown aspect of it? I've heard of death positivity and maybe I will research that.

It just really perplexes me that everything is perpetually ending. What occurs immediately becomes nonexistent as it exists. It is immediately not as it is. And it's as if before I know it I am dead, so how the fuck am I alive now if I indefinitely won't be alive eventually? Its like I am already dead, but I'm not, and the only hope is that consciousness does continue after death and this life will be remembered, and if it will be forgotten, as if it never happened, it is as if I am already there. It's probably not a bad thing, in fact it is kind of hopeful in some sense. Yet there was a night recently that I was falling asleep to the thought that it will seem as if I am currently already dead because it will happen eventually, and that was terrifying

I'm sure this is something that'd common tbh but every since my mom died in January, I feel like I'm slowly becoming her. I'm 18 and at that point where I am becoming the person I wanna be and I've realized that I am basically her. I've started wearing her clothes (for several reasons, free clothes, they're hers, etc...) She absolutely LOVED the beach and tbh, I never really cared for it. But once I went as a senior trip with friends, it suddenly sparked a love for the sun, beach, water, and sand. I genuinely hated sand until then. I was actually able to be a civil person when it came to it being all over me lollll. I also died my hair the same way as her.

Is there some type of special psychology behind all this? I'd love to know what's going on in my brain :)

Please what do I do? I feel like a sick animal I can't enjoy anything anymore. Food tastes bad now I can't really feel anything else than grief & sadness. I haven't felt the emotion of love or happyness in so long. I've forgotten the feeling, It's constantly drumming in the back of my mind and it won't go. I hug my mom tightly and just cry & cry. I cling onto her for aslong as I can and yet I don't feel anything I barely feel the warmth of her hug.