ImjustasnailSNAIL
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Sometimes I’m so afraid of dying in a violent way, I think about killing myself so I can at least be the one who decides when and how I go out. Part of it is just the way the world is rn, part of it is my anxiety. I lived through the fires in Northern California last October and I haven’t talked about it in therapy even once. It just never seemed like a big enough deal compared to other traumas in my past. I didn’t lose anyone, but all of my friends and some of my family lived near the epicenter and I spent a whole week worried sick about them all, barely sleeping, helping people evacuate. Now autumn, which used to be my favorite season, just fills me with existential dread. The smell of woodsmoke makes me want to puke. Sometimes I feel like a rat on a sinking ship. That’s also on fire. What do y’all do when the world starts to make you panic?