I lurk and don't usually post, but I wanted to share something from the old sub that I look to occasionally for comfort, which you might not expect given it's nature.

Context: I'm not religious but beginning in high school I've had these moments of "existential crisis" where I think about my own death and freak out over it and not being "me" anymore and becoming "nothing". Anyway, I found this deep in a WPD comment thread and whenever I feel those thoughts coming on that I think about what this person said. It clears my head about a few things.

I'm convinced it's not bad. But rather, it's true bliss.

My only reason for feeling this way is because of this dream I had a long time ago that really changed the way I felt about death.

In my dream I died, but when I died I became "nothing." It was the best feeling I'd ever felt before. I couldn't feel any stress. Not the stress that came from my memories, nor the stress of my clothes touching my skin - I couldn't even feel the weight of air pressure pushing down on me! I wanted to be in that state forever, just nothingness. But you might notice the paradox going on here...the more I tried to perceive and interpret this amazing feeling, the more I felt myself getting sucked back into my body. I remember thinking "no please let me stay," but alas, I woke up, my eyes wide, body stiff and frozen. Absolutely surreal.

I'm convinced that dying into nothingness is not a thing to be scared of. Because when it happens to you there will be no "you" to regret or interpret the nothingness. You just feel "one" with the nothingness. I would most liken it to the feeling of sleep. When you're asleep for the most part you don't remember or perceive what's going on.

You just "become nothing." And when you wake up you actually wish you could go back to that nothingness instead of dealing with your morning commute.