Does anyone fear death as much as I do?From a scale of 1-1? im a 9?

How much do you fear it? Like on a scale from 1 – 10, where 1 is “eh, whatevs, we all die” and 10 is “oh god! not me! not now! oh no!”.

I mean, if you are a daredevil who is totally fearless, it is safe to say that while I’m not worried about it, I fear it more than you do. If you’re incapacitated by your fear, then I don’t. Where do you fall?

Are we to guess at your level of fear?

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I do not fear death, for myself or for others. I fear leaving my children before they’re grown.

I guess on a scale from 1 to 1, I’m a 1.
did you maybe mean a scale of 1–10?

Welcome, I read your question just fine.
I used to fear death until I almost died. Sure I fear leaving everything behind and missing out on things in this life but you can’t let that consume you. Despite all the differences in the world with all the people before you and after you it is the one thing that we all have in common. Death is scary but are you afraid of being dead or do you fear the act of dying? I find that the act of death is much more complicated and complex than just passing on. There are things that happen to your mind and body to prepare you for the process and when the time comes regardless if you are ready or not it will come and you your fear will pass before you do.
Try to not let this consume you. Fear has a way of working in to so many other anxieties and that my friend is one of the worst things you can ever do to yourself.
And to answer your question I range from a 1 to a 6 on a day to day basis.

My entire career has been working in law enforcement in the military so I don’t have any irrational fear of dying because I’m in a position where danger is part of the job or can be and there is a potential, although small, that I could lose my life in the line of duty.

I’ve deployed to the Middle East 2 times since 9–11-2001 and serving in and around a combat zone significantly increases the chance of dying. I have to be mentally prepared for that very possibility (and I try to be as best as I can) when I am serving in a forward deployed location.

I don’t want to die and I don’t sit around dwelling on throughts of death itself or fearing it. When it is my time to go, I hope it is over quickly and that I’m on the express elevator to the Great Beyond going up and not down.

I am a 1, or less. But then, I am an old nurse, so maybe I don’t count.

I laugh at death! Ha ha ha ha ha! Bring it on!
Just kidding, Mr. Death, sir.

I am probably a 1, with the caveat that I am more afraid of taking my own life than worrying that death will find me first. To be perfectly honest, I think I will be somewhat relieved. For all the joys and blessings I am grateful for, I still find the experience of humanity to be pretty miserable at times.

I don’t mind death, I just don’t want to be there when it happens.

If you scared to die then you’re scared to live.

I would have to say that I’m a 1. I’m a 1 for two reasons: First, I had four family members die within a very short time period, and they had a common death experience. Second, in spite of being “unchurched” I actually do have a very strong spiritual life (it just doesn’t fit a group really well) and believe that if you have faith, then you should not have fear.

Death is the only guarantee you have in life.

I had, what I believed to be, a very irrational and consuming fear of death…until I faced death with the onset of a grave illness. Once past my health crisis; I found myself to be more grateful for everyday than fearful of what might be. I suppose I realized it was totally out of my hands and that my fears did nothing but feed my anxiety. Although I feel great stress when I contemplate not being here for my childrens lives, at the same time I look forward to being reunited with those I have loved & lost.

The ‘act’ of dying is frightening, the sadness of thinking about being ‘gone’ and missing something/someone is bothersome; however neither is big enough for me to miss a single day of life being worried!

I don’t fear death at all

I don’t fear death. . .Next chapter!. . .Turn the page! . . What’s next! What I fear, is between here and there. I too, am an old nurse (@graylady, what do you mean you don’t count?!) I don’t fear death, but please, don’t drag it out!

I wouldn’t consider wasting a single precious second to speculate about my final chapter. Whatever it will be is inevitable.

My need to fret didn’t stave off any of the catastrophes of my life; it just afforded me a chronic back ached and sensitive stomach. What’s the point?