“… we all acted alone, we were caught alone, and every one of us will have to die alone. But that doesn’t mean that we are alone.” (Hans Fallada, 1947)
“Every living creature on earth dies alone.” (Donnie Darko, 2001)
“Everybody dies alone.” (Firefly, 2002)
“Son. Everyone dies alone. That’s what it is. It’s a door. It’s one person wide. When you go through it, you do it alone.” (Dead Beat, 2005)
Are you afraid to die? It seems like a simple question, but it requires you to be brutally honest with yourself. What are your beliefs? Are you religious? Do you actually believe your religion’s tenants on death and afterlife?
I suppose it could make a difference to you if you genuinely felt God will be with you when you shuffle off the mortal coil. But I imagine some people clutch to their ideas of an afterlife specifically to keep at bay the terrors of death. What happens when we die? Do we just cease to exist? I for one can’t conceive of not being aware, not being able to think.
Have you ever had a serious illness or injury and felt that black stab of panic? Am I going to die? Maybe you’ve just been in a significant amount of pain and felt like you would die. (If you’ve ever had a migraine, you might sympathize with the thought of wishing for death, or at the very least, a long narcotic induced oblivion.) I suffer from anxiety and panic attacks sometimes as well, which can make even a non-life-threatening situation feel exponentially worse. Suddenly, you think that migraine may actually kill you…just give you a stroke or something.
In these moments, that’s when our true feelings about death surface.
I’d like to think if my family was on a plane and it was going down, I’d be okay as long as my last moments were spent with those dearest to me, my husband and child. But it’s been my experience that when you are in that moment of fear, panicked, you are completely alone.
Don’t get me wrong. Not every death is untimely or traumatic. You may die of old age, going peacefully in your sleep, or surrounded by loved ones, but death is a door and it’s only one person wide. We all walk through it alone.
- Anxiety, panic or death. Who can tell…. (panicsucks.wordpress.com)
- 3 Things Panic Attacks Don’t Want You To Know (tinybuddha.com)