existential therapy
Me talking to my therapist: So anyway, I’ve been reading again. It’s been nice. I’ve gotten into IWTV and that’s been nice. Then I read TVL and ended up crying my eyes out in the bathtub because Lestat voices exactly how I feel about death and my anxiety around it. What if there’s nothing after all this? Will I know I’m dead? Because I want to know I’m dead! Do humans believe in God so they don’t fear death? Should I believe in God so I don’t fear death because He will be there when I die? And then Lestat’s mum says he’s having these thoughts because he wants to control everything but can’t and…I’m just having a hard time now. I’m a very death positive person on the outside. I was the one who kept it together when my dad died. I’m the one who touched and handled his ashes. But I’m a complete disaster!
My therapist: Have you heard about existential therapy?
So it turns out that there’s a subsection of therapy that deals with searching for life’s meaning and what comes after (death). Huh. You learn something new with every crisis.
















