I'm 16 and the past few days I've been obsessing over death. I'm terrified to die and hate the unknown. I don't know how it started, but it hasn't stopped since. I think about it all the time. It's just awful.
I've been raised Catholic, but lately I've been doubting whether or not there is an afterlife. I've talked to my mother about it, and she says there is no pressure for me to believe in it, but that she personally does.
I want there to be, the idea of just dying, and being nothing, not existing anymore really frightens me. People say "you didn't exist before you were born and you were just fine," but it hasn't helped.
I make myself worry, and tell myself, "What's the point in trying to make myself better, what's the point in living and enjoying life if I'm just going to die?"
I've always been worried about dying young, I have this idea in my head that I have cancer or something.
I talked to my therapist last night, but he almost made me feel worse!
I really feel terrible, and I'm worried that unlike my other obsessive worries, this one will not ever really go away.
I want to be able to be comfortable with death.



Also, my therapist prescribed me Prozac, and I may start taking it for the fist time tomorrow morning. (Have never taken medication)