FamilyGuyFan1986
05-07-11, 16:06
Hayyyyy, folks! I'm a newb, a noooooob! But, please treat me as someone who's been here for a long time so get on your knees and kiss my toes! Ofcourse, you guys and gals don't know me, so let's get this straight. I'm joking, except for the noob part!
Okay...So, my problem and it's pretty darn agrivating to the point of being scared to live! I hit 24, last year and was living a pretty darn, normal life until...dun dun dunnnnnn. I have a nightmare of having a brain transplant. O, boy.
This thing has caused me some trouble... I woke up with the question, "Do I need that thing to exist?" Buuuuuut....this went against my religion. Sooo, I google, "NDE." and the results wern't what I had in mind. Yes, people claimed to have out of body experiences, unfortuantly for me, science has also found a way to discover these things away.
From this point, I sat there, eyes widen, mouth hitting the floor, body trembling. Basically, I felt like I just seen death. God was my first option. There had to be a God! So, who do you go to to get some sort of clue about God's existance? Well, I didn't trust the preacher men, since all they did was give me some mind manipulation, mess.
Auto assuming the bible was true was not my cup of tea. Soo, I wen't to the man himself, God. When reaching to the sky for an answer doesn't receive and answer, then, that sort of leads to a check book full of voided checks.
From there on out, everything I do, everywhere I go, death is stalking me, wanting me to go out on a date. I just don't find men garbed in some long black, hoody gown, very attractive. I don't find men attractive, at all, but, that's beside the point.
Three or four months after realizing God most likely isn't beyond the grave with open arms, my body went into a doom and gloom. Pretty much, everything seemed dreamy and scarry. Luckily, I found some techniques which took all of that down to pretty much, nothing.
Still, that doesn't change the idea that death is waiting...waiting...waiting...This whole idea sends anxiety down my spine off and on throughout the day. It's hard for me to say if Death is causing my anxiety or anxiety is causing me to feel the presence if my own end. Or...it could be working both ways. I understand we have some sort of someting in our brain, and I'm am not about to spell it. Umabalaga. Who in the heck cares. If I had the book on me, I take it out of that.
Basically, this thing is the cause of making human minds feel guilty and fear their own end, causing the anxiety. Either way, the crap is getting irritating. Yes, I know we're suppose to live in the here and now, but, how in the world is it possible when anxiety persist? It's tough to sit and watch a T.V. program or enjoy a cook out, or fire works, with constantly being reminded by the ooomgabala that I'm going to die, one day.
And for those who responed, "Why Worry?" Hey! Why do you think I'm here? It's not like I'm trying to worry about it. It's sort of just a natural reaction. It just happens. One minute, I don't think about it, then the next, it's like, O, I'll still die. Dang... Wouldn't it be nice if death was just a day that comes and goes then you just continu to live? That would be so much easier. I feel like I'm waiting for that doctor's appointment or getting my driver's license. But...this is at the end of life... So, 50 plus years of my mind constantly giving me a beating of the end?
How the heck do I shut it up? Yes, work and work, and work, and more work, and occasional game of ms. pacman at the arcade helps to an extent, but, my mind always works like a magnet when it comes to the thought of death. Once my distraction is gone, woomp, it comes back. And, sometimes, it comes even while I'm working or playing a game.
Getting rid of the following symptoms would help, a whole bunch in my life if anyone has suggestions...
1) Constant thoughts of growing old and dying, or perhaps skipping the getting old part
2) Anxiety...Now, this stuff right here causes the thoughts. I know for a fact, because, when it's low, I don't think that much of it. I still do, but, it's not as bad. I've tried things like relaxing, but, it just gives a chance for my sub C. to dwell off and do it's own thing. I spend most of my day, awake. I try not to take naps or anything, because, it causes more anxiety. I can kinda keep sort of control in the day time, but, at night, the sub C. kicks my butt.
3) Feeling the threat of the oncoming day. I wake up with a sense of "O crap, I'm another day closer." Seems like by 12 o clock, I'm pretty kosher with it, but, next morning comes, same old crap.
All I want in life is to live through it, calm, carefree, and have a smooth ride. I've realized in the end I'll go out with a bang, most likely bacause my insides are giving out, getting rid of all the uneeded juices, but, how in the heck do I hold my sanity!? Most people don't have this problem. There's people my age still crusing the beaches and picking up chicks. Unless there still in a stage of feeling invincible. Who knows?
Okay...So, my problem and it's pretty darn agrivating to the point of being scared to live! I hit 24, last year and was living a pretty darn, normal life until...dun dun dunnnnnn. I have a nightmare of having a brain transplant. O, boy.
This thing has caused me some trouble... I woke up with the question, "Do I need that thing to exist?" Buuuuuut....this went against my religion. Sooo, I google, "NDE." and the results wern't what I had in mind. Yes, people claimed to have out of body experiences, unfortuantly for me, science has also found a way to discover these things away.
From this point, I sat there, eyes widen, mouth hitting the floor, body trembling. Basically, I felt like I just seen death. God was my first option. There had to be a God! So, who do you go to to get some sort of clue about God's existance? Well, I didn't trust the preacher men, since all they did was give me some mind manipulation, mess.
Auto assuming the bible was true was not my cup of tea. Soo, I wen't to the man himself, God. When reaching to the sky for an answer doesn't receive and answer, then, that sort of leads to a check book full of voided checks.
From there on out, everything I do, everywhere I go, death is stalking me, wanting me to go out on a date. I just don't find men garbed in some long black, hoody gown, very attractive. I don't find men attractive, at all, but, that's beside the point.
Three or four months after realizing God most likely isn't beyond the grave with open arms, my body went into a doom and gloom. Pretty much, everything seemed dreamy and scarry. Luckily, I found some techniques which took all of that down to pretty much, nothing.
Still, that doesn't change the idea that death is waiting...waiting...waiting...This whole idea sends anxiety down my spine off and on throughout the day. It's hard for me to say if Death is causing my anxiety or anxiety is causing me to feel the presence if my own end. Or...it could be working both ways. I understand we have some sort of someting in our brain, and I'm am not about to spell it. Umabalaga. Who in the heck cares. If I had the book on me, I take it out of that.
Basically, this thing is the cause of making human minds feel guilty and fear their own end, causing the anxiety. Either way, the crap is getting irritating. Yes, I know we're suppose to live in the here and now, but, how in the world is it possible when anxiety persist? It's tough to sit and watch a T.V. program or enjoy a cook out, or fire works, with constantly being reminded by the ooomgabala that I'm going to die, one day.
And for those who responed, "Why Worry?" Hey! Why do you think I'm here? It's not like I'm trying to worry about it. It's sort of just a natural reaction. It just happens. One minute, I don't think about it, then the next, it's like, O, I'll still die. Dang... Wouldn't it be nice if death was just a day that comes and goes then you just continu to live? That would be so much easier. I feel like I'm waiting for that doctor's appointment or getting my driver's license. But...this is at the end of life... So, 50 plus years of my mind constantly giving me a beating of the end?
How the heck do I shut it up? Yes, work and work, and work, and more work, and occasional game of ms. pacman at the arcade helps to an extent, but, my mind always works like a magnet when it comes to the thought of death. Once my distraction is gone, woomp, it comes back. And, sometimes, it comes even while I'm working or playing a game.
Getting rid of the following symptoms would help, a whole bunch in my life if anyone has suggestions...
1) Constant thoughts of growing old and dying, or perhaps skipping the getting old part
2) Anxiety...Now, this stuff right here causes the thoughts. I know for a fact, because, when it's low, I don't think that much of it. I still do, but, it's not as bad. I've tried things like relaxing, but, it just gives a chance for my sub C. to dwell off and do it's own thing. I spend most of my day, awake. I try not to take naps or anything, because, it causes more anxiety. I can kinda keep sort of control in the day time, but, at night, the sub C. kicks my butt.
3) Feeling the threat of the oncoming day. I wake up with a sense of "O crap, I'm another day closer." Seems like by 12 o clock, I'm pretty kosher with it, but, next morning comes, same old crap.
All I want in life is to live through it, calm, carefree, and have a smooth ride. I've realized in the end I'll go out with a bang, most likely bacause my insides are giving out, getting rid of all the uneeded juices, but, how in the heck do I hold my sanity!? Most people don't have this problem. There's people my age still crusing the beaches and picking up chicks. Unless there still in a stage of feeling invincible. Who knows?