It's been a while since I lost got scared over death. 

I just closed my pad, closed my eyes and tried to sleep with this tense feeling lingering in my gut. I tried my damnedest to tune it out, praying I just had to spend a few minutes adjusting to being in bed before peacefully nodding off.

Then my mind wandered back to death. I've panicked over death before, but this was different. I spent a minute, maybe two, fighting to keep breathe while my heart raced like nascar. I couldn't let the thoughts go, or maybe they couldn't let me go. It was like squirming on a fishhook, unable to escape.

I've never felt like this before and just need some comfort. I still feel nauseous after the episode, but it's made me quite tired as well so hopefully I can get to sleep now.

Thank you for listening.