Anyone else ever just think of how time is going by and get depressed / anxious? This happens almost every day for me.

This morning I woke up around 5 and couldn’t sleep and kept thinking of how a video game that I loved when I was a kid came out 18 years ago and I get overwhelmed and just want to escape my body, like I just want to jump out of myself and feel trapped in my body.

Then I start worrying about how my parents are getting older and will die, and so will I. And what will it feel like at that moment right before death, as well as what happens after. Will I be tortured for not being able to bring myself to having faith, or will I end up as a speck of light that no longer knows anything about humanity or who I was?

Or the most terrifying would be nothing at all, like the lights switch off mid sentence.

Just can’t handle the certain decay of everything and the uncertainty of what it means.