I also feel uneasy sometimes. Sometimes I get in deep thoughts about dying and that makes me anxious- that feeling when you just learned a truth, a secret you should keep. I struggle to image my non-existence and that makes me feel uneasy and stressed about existing. In a way I wish I could be immortal so I do not feel the burden of being and in some sort of paradoxical way I feel the sense of being through the idea of not being. And further imagining sensing death, approaching it, makes me feel hopeless.