this was actually my first obsession i was 12 and couldn’t stop thinking about what about when my loved ones die and i’m all alone and also if life was worth it if i was just going to die alone fucking sucks tbh that one i dealt with by my mom forcing me to go to the gym and go hiking with her a ton plus busying myself with social hobbies choir and youth theater   weirdly later on i got into morbid art and death culture stuff and it helps me settle my mind to see death as artpart of human culture and experience