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		<title>By: girlslashwoman</title>
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		<description>I&#039;m not really going through the same thing but your doctor is right, you should put it out there.
I don&#039;t know if this will help you at all but when I was about 18, I realized that I didn&#039;t believe in god or the afterlife or anything. I used to have panic attacks when I thought about death and people I knew dying. It got so bad that eventually, my parents took me to a grief counselor who told me that therapy would eventually make me face the fact that people die. I tried so hard to make myself believe in something, in anything really, that would give my life meaning or at least give me a sense that my life is eternal and it would go on forever. I didn&#039;t understand that all I needed to believe in was myself. Because honestly, I have no idea what happens when I&#039;m dead until I actually die. Maybe death is the best thing that will ever happen to me.
Its just is something that we all stick in the back of our brains. We are all going to die someday, we just don&#039;t like to think about it and I don&#039;t really think we should too much. Humans are built to be afraid of death, why try to fight it? Instead, I just focus on being happy right now. Of enjoying each and every moment of life and always looking forward to tomorrow and all the things I&#039;ll ever do.
When the worst of times come along, happiness and hope is the only tangible thing that you can hold on to. Because everyone has the opportunity to be happy. Whether you&#039;re rich or poor. Statistically speaking, happy people live longer. Happy people are more social. Happy men find more sexual partners. Happy women make more babies. Happy cancer patients have more chances of beating cancer.
I&#039;m sorry about your situation and I know you didn&#039;t ask for my whole long essay here, but I really hope you&#039;ll stay positive.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I&#8217;m not really going through the same thing but your doctor is right, you should put it out there.<br />
I don&#8217;t know if this will help you at all but when I was about 18, I realized that I didn&#8217;t believe in god or the afterlife or anything. I used to have panic attacks when I thought about death and people I knew dying. It got so bad that eventually, my parents took me to a grief counselor who told me that therapy would eventually make me face the fact that people die. I tried so hard to make myself believe in something, in anything really, that would give my life meaning or at least give me a sense that my life is eternal and it would go on forever. I didn&#8217;t understand that all I needed to believe in was myself. Because honestly, I have no idea what happens when I&#8217;m dead until I actually die. Maybe death is the best thing that will ever happen to me.<br />
Its just is something that we all stick in the back of our brains. We are all going to die someday, we just don&#8217;t like to think about it and I don&#8217;t really think we should too much. Humans are built to be afraid of death, why try to fight it? Instead, I just focus on being happy right now. Of enjoying each and every moment of life and always looking forward to tomorrow and all the things I&#8217;ll ever do.<br />
When the worst of times come along, happiness and hope is the only tangible thing that you can hold on to. Because everyone has the opportunity to be happy. Whether you&#8217;re rich or poor. Statistically speaking, happy people live longer. Happy people are more social. Happy men find more sexual partners. Happy women make more babies. Happy cancer patients have more chances of beating cancer.<br />
I&#8217;m sorry about your situation and I know you didn&#8217;t ask for my whole long essay here, but I really hope you&#8217;ll stay positive.</p>
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