On the fear of dying alone: A cope?
It's been a tough day so far. Heavy chest, aching heart and a ton of sorrow. I get that the breakup still lingers, I've not fully moved on. But it's getting better. This is not that feeling though. It's the loss of hope, a loss of faith in love, a loss that makes me think if I'll ever find love again. I've advertised myself to be a hopeless romantic in this place, and at the core of it, I still am. It's just one of those days when I feel sad and hopeless, but I know it's just an emotion and it'll pass. Interestingly enough, I started contemplating on my fear of dying alone about an hour ago. What if I never find someone? How would life be like? A deep rooted fear of abandonment from childhood does not really help me think straight when it comes to answering such questions. But I still tried, clinging on to that last piece of hope I did have even in the excruciating agony I was in. Some answers that came naturally to me were "Adopt and raise a d...