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When I was 8, my grandfather had a massive seizure and died, no warning at all. That event made me think about death, as it was the first death I was personally attached to... and I started to fear death intensely, knowing that it came randomly and without warning. To think about my own mortality in any way would bring on a huge panic/anxiety attack.
This line of thinking persisted from that point on and until only about a year ago (I'm 24). At that point, I had a dream (it's in my journal if you want to read about it) and I'm at peace with it now. I no longer fear my own death.
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