Mw99 and LoveableNerd, I think everyone on our planet has probably felt how and what both of you feel, but most just don't talk about it, or, like me, can't articulate it as well as you. I have health problems (fibromyalgia and chronic fatigue syndrome, as well as others), and receive disability income (SSDI and long term through a prior employer), but family members and former friends say they don't understand what any of my conditions feel like or why I behave the way I do.
I have described it, given them pamphlets and links to websites, sent them You Tube clips, but apparently their brains are too small to comprehend any of it. At this point, if I had the energy, I'd pummel each with a baseball bat for several days and nights to see if that might help them to grasp it. But I doubt that they would.
I have actually attempted suicide before, yet people who ignore me and/or avoid me for weeks/months at a time because they are "upset hearing about" my problems (car breakdown, leak in roof, disability income cut, sick dog, broken eyeglasses, painful growth on wrist, etc.) insisted on saving me, and I'm sure rather than having anything to do with love, concern or even a miniscule amount of feeling for me, those people "rescued" me merely to absolve themselves of future guilt.
Being teased, tormented, ridiculed, criticized, picked on, you-name-it, by classmates and instructors from kindergarten on up to high school and college and then by supervisors, bosses and colleagues in the workforce (which, in addition to a near-fatal auto accident in 1988, I blame in part for my fibromyalgia) taught me how cruel, heartless, soulless and evil people really are. Thus, like Loveable Nerd, I find life repulsive. In fact, at 45 I wish I were much older, because I'd really like to get off this Planet Hell sooner. I pray for a terminal illness instead of the chronic conditions I have.
The only thing that makes life bearable is my dog, whom I love with all my heart. But prior to her, I was forced to put down another dog and I still can't believe I survived that. I am certain that my current dog is my last and that, one way or another, I will not be around after she dies.
As for fear of death, I have none because I figure that if there's nothing, that we're just unconscious, as when we're put under for a procecure, then we won't have fear, pain, life, nothing. Our fears, emotions, mental and intellectual capabilities have ceased to exist because we cease to exist. If, on the other hand, there is a "heaven" or another dimension, a superior one, fine.