I couldn’t stop thinking about it, I was afraid of what was inevitably going to happen, and there was nothing I could do to stop it. At night, when I was trying to fall asleep, it would cross my mind. Every time I thought about it, my heart started beating fast, I would talk to myself saying ”it’s okay Devon, you’re fine, just go to sleep” over and over again, thinking that I would calm myself. After a while, I couldn’t take it, I would rush out of my room, into my parents room and scream “I don’t want to die!”. This would happen frequently, my parents didn’t know what to do. What’re you supposed to do when what your child is afraid of is something that will happen no matter what. You can’t escape it like being afraid of spiders, or something else materialistic. My only option was to face it, to somehow convince myself that it’s apart of life, and that there’s nothing I can do about it, so I should just stop worrying. Sadly, not everything goes as you plan …show more content…
Two years ago, when I was about fifteen, was when I started noticing it going away. Whenever it would come into my mind, I wasn’t afraid anymore, I simply accepted the fact that it was going to happen. I don’t know why it went away, I’m not going to make up some heroic tale about how I faced my fear head on, and how I tried for years to make it go away. I gave up on it, told myself it wasn’t going to go away, and after years of it lingering, it finally did. This experience has taught me a lot about who I am, and things about myself I should improve on. But most importantly, it taught me that time can heal even the most challenging problems, and that some things are just not worth worrying