So, the first time this came up for me, I was about 13-14. I think that's probably the age everyone starts thinking about death, I don't know. For some reason, I've started slipping back into this state of mind, and I'm not sure where to go from here.
To sum up this in a nutshell, here's a handy flowchart: What's the meaning of life? > Is there something afterwards? > Oh **** I'm going to die one day > Crippling anxiety, non-stop thoughts of death and/or dying.
I've started to question everything, I mean, what's the point of it? Does my relationship really matter to me? Do I love the people around me? Do they love me?
I've pushed past the non-stop anxiety spiral, for the most part. It still feels like it's lurking beneath the surface, though.
I know other people have probably experienced things like this before. I don't like opening myself up like this and being vulnerable, but I have no idea what to do. So, help?