I have a very hard time dealing with death. Thinking about the topic gives me a pit in my stomach, and a feeling of anxiety that differs from the others. I am not afraid of dying, for I believe in God and hope to go to heaven. However, thinking of others dying makes me very anxious.
Today I am attending the wake of a childhood friend. She was very young and overdosed on heroin. She was smart, kind, big hearted, and absolutely beautiful. I feel so powerless over drug addiction.
Well, bottom line, I am extremely anxious to attend the wake and hope that I do not have a panic attack. My heart is heavy and my eyes are filled, and all I can do is hope for better days.