Fear.

I have the fear of the unknown. Im not afraid to die, and how I am going to die. But I do fear what's going to happen after death. I used to get horrible anxiety due to it, I still do actually. I can never sleep, at one time I was taking benadryl, tynenol pm and nyquil just to avoid my anxiety so I could sleep. Until my mom found out, she was pretty mad about that. But upto today I can't sleep well because of my fear of thinking too much. I really think way too miuch about after death and why is it that we are even here? Really what is reason in my being? Am I even doing anyone any good? I mean really... Even speaking of it now isn;t such a great feeling. Because I really hate thinking.