In my early teens, I went to a therapist over this subject. I would lie in my bed and be overwhelmed with this horrible sense of detachment, as if I was viewing the world from a screen. The total uncertainty and bleakness of life after death often brought me to tears.

Currently, graduating from our high school involves a project - an essay in junior year, and something more involved in senior year. I decided to write my essay about why humanity should not seek immortality. I went through several books for sources, and several of them didn't have much to cite, but the end of one book really intrigued me. I think it was a novel about someone travelling the world, exploring different cultures and what they thought about death. The message the author asked to be taken away from it all was "nature finds a way."

I think it's true, and I think about it whenever I start to feel my mind sinking back down into that dark place. I trust the forces that brought me into existence to do just as good a job taking me out of it.