I'm scared.

Fear isn't a common emotion for me. I was never afraid of the dark. Never worried about ghosts. Never even occured to me that I could be kidnapped. I've lived in ignorant bliss.

But now I can't help but be terrified of death. It feels like death is popping up all around me. All of a sudden my mortality feels likes it's being held by a thread. One small tug and it's gone. I keep asking the question: What happens when you die? But there is no way to find that answer. Well, there is one.

I'm seeking religion. Or rather, I'm considering it. A friend of mine is being absolutely fantastic in helping me figure out if religion is what I need so that I can start sleeping again. It'll give me answers for death but I don't know if I can neccessarily believe those answers. Do I want answers that I know are false or will simpling having something to tell myself be enough, even if I don't believe it?