Throughout my life, I've been scared of many things. I suppose that just comes with anxiety and OCD, as well as being raised by two anxious academics. When I was little, I was terrified of things blowing away in the wind. Then, I became scared of thunder and lightning, and being away from my parents for an extended period of time. I've been afraid of sleepovers and overnight camp. The fears that have stuck with me the most, however, are bugs, the future, the future of the environment, death, how big space is and how insignificant we are compared to the galaxy, and losing my family.
For this assignment, I'll expand on my fear of death. I can't tell you when this fear began, but it definitely became more developed when I was in 3rd or 4th grade. The thought of what happens after death terrifies me. I also am terrified of my family dying. I also am afraid of being murdered. I think one key factor as to why I don't want to die is because I feel like I want to experience every joy that life has to offer. If I die too young, I feel like I haven't lived enough or long enough to make an impact on the world.
I suppose many of my separate fears listed above can all be connected back to death. I am so scared of death I cannot even express it enough in this essay.
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