The fear of losing a loved one

Greetings!

There was a time in my life when I assumed that the saying "every man has a weak point" was a lie. This belief stemmed from knowing a guy who seemed totally careless about life and people. He did things roughly, nothing bothered him, he caused a lot of trouble, spoke harshly to people without considering their feelings, and fought frequently. But when he was told that his mom was sick, this guy—who never believed in prayers or in behaving like a normal human being—became so humble, seeking prayers and help.
This is life for us; no matter how strong we think we are, there's a button in us that, when pressed, reveals our weakness.

One of my weak points, which happens to be the scariest of them all, is the fear of death. The fear of death here doesn't mean I'm afraid of my own death—it's the fear of the death of loved ones. I don't know how I'm wired, but the thought of losing someone dear to me overwhelms me whenever it arises. That's why whenever I hear that a family member or a friend is critically ill, my whole system becomes disorganized and restless.

There's no denying it—death is one of the most certain things in life. We are all bound to experience it in some way, and the fact that the day someone is set to die is unknown makes it even scarier for me. I've seen where something as simple as a cough took away a life, so anytime I hear that someone close to me is seriously ill, I become uneasy and weak.

I can't count how many times I have borrowed money to support friends who were critically ill, just to try and save them from death. Yes, that's the extent I go to whenever such fear creeps in, and I've been fighting so hard to overcome that fear and be a normal human, but it has been very tough... I've gotten to an extent though.

The ways I've adopted to reduce this fear:

It hasn't been easy, but I've come to understand that death, when it wants to happen, can occur even when all precautions are taken. I've also come to understand that humans are meant to die and that it's inevitable. So when death happens, no matter the pain it brings, I know I'll surely move past it with time. So whenever this fear arises as a result of hearing that a loved one is sick or that someone has died, though my heart still skips as usual, I don't go into full panic mode, running helter-skelter. I think my panic has reduced to 96%. Yes, it seems like a small decrease, but that's how my heart handles it.

I still reach out to my friends about their health, especially when I know they're sick. I make sure to call them regularly, encouraging them to eat, take their medication, and give them hope for survival. However, the urge to spend instantly isn't as strong as it used to be unless the situation is very critical and there's truly no other way out. My friends here on this platform can testify to how caring I am with my 'words' whenever they're sick.

Thank you for reading.

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