This is probably going to be a bit of a long story, but it might just help me to put it all out there. Maybe that is enough to put my mind at ease tonight. In short: I live with an unreasonable and ever persistent fear of death. About thirteen years ago a small event completely uprooted my life. I choked while eating and was saved by a family member. This affected everything from eating, sleep and my general view on life going forward. The fact that it happened during such a mundane activity means I relived it at least three, but often more times every single day. It started to feel like every single moment could be my last. From there more irrational thoughts appeared. What guarantee do I have that I will wake up again tomorrow? A feeling that slowly turned into 'tonight will be when I die', every night again, not for days or weeks, but years. Meanwhile I was trapped in a religion that encouraged these feelings. Several times a week, they too reminded me that I would die, and I had better figure out how to be a good person before that happened. This part of my life I have now left behind. Some other things have gotten easier, yet anxiety inevitably leads to these feelings even now. Even tonight. The thing is, adversity is a part of life. I want to have a thicker skin, and make the time I have count, rather than waste it on fear. But after thirteen years I've begun to wonder if this really is something I can change. Will I have to live this way until I do finally reach that final day? Any advice would be appreciated, and if you actually read all of that, you are truly empathic and absolutely amazing.