Dying. I deal with it by trying to postpone that for as long as possible.

I recognize that delaying the inevitable just makes the fear itself possible but I think the alternative is worse.

Alzheimer’s/dementia in general. I’m not dealing with it.

Watching my father slowly disappear has made me hyper aware of the temporary nature of my own consciousness.

My biggest fear was spiders. I overcame it by learning more about them and learning to appreciate them. Now I actually enjoy the little buggers.

Leaving the people I love with nothing but burdens. When my dad died it made me realize I wasn’t afraid of dying but afraid of dying while realizing I was leaving my family to struggle without me. I will die the same as everyone, and I just hope it’s quick enough to leave behind a life insurance policy, or far enough away I have time to make sure they’ll be financially secure. How I’m dealing with it is poorly because it just leads me to worry about money and bills every second of the day. I’m American, so I don’t see that changing anytime soon.

Being alone.