Thursday August 14, 2025 | No one won't believe this but... Does this make any sense?
My earliest childhood memory was when I was 3, 4, and 5 years old when everything kinda started happening at once. When I was 3, I was spending the night with my grandmother on a Friday or Saturday night. I could swear that my three year old self was thinking like what would happen to my body if I were to pass away right then at that age. I tried to "shake it off" and try not to think about that. The more that I was thinking that, the more scared I got. Which brought me to the time I was about 9 or 10 years old when mom and I were in my room and I kept telling her that I was scared. Mom kept saying "scared of what". I knew what I was scared of but I was afraid to tell her. And just now today I put two and two together and realized that I was afraid of death and dying. I swear I had the same reoccurring thought since I was three years old. I felt like it put a lot of intense distress on me at 3. I know now that death...