Why I wouldn’t mind dying: 3 steps to giving up my fear of death

I remember the first time it occurred to me that I didn’t really care whether I lived or died.

I was with my boyfriend in his Jeep, sunset cruising down a long country highway with the doors off and the top back. It was a perfect evening. The wind was too loud to carry a conversation, my mind started wandering, and I found myself considering that this lazy summer Sunday could be the last day of my life. I was surprised to notice myself not minding that possibility. Death, in that moment, seemed like not much more than the high five at the end of an exciting game or falling asleep in a soft bed at the end of a perfect day.

It was a feeling I’d never had before. I’ve always been terrified of death. Even as a child, I remember sitting in the library of my elementary school trying to imagine what it would feel like to no longer exist and thinking myself into a panic.

Once I grew up and depression found me, I’d wake up in the middle of the night and watch my sleeping dogs to make sure they were still breathing. I calculated and recalculated the amount of time my loved ones might have left as we all kept growing older. For years, I spent most of my commute to work alternately imagining car crashes and begging myself to stop imagining car crashes. My mind tormented me with a thousand different scenarios that always ended up with someone I loved, or myself, taking a last jagged and tragic breath before disappearing into the unknown and unthinkable ‘whatever-comes-next.’

It was exhausting, and though the obsessive thoughts cooled off and eventually went away when I started The Winterbritt Project, my fear of death still lingered. I didn’t expect it would, or could, ever really go away. I thought everyone was afraid of death. I hadn’t known there was an alternative.

So to find myself careening down a highway with only a thin nylon seatbelt between my mortal body and the racing pavement, and to find myself nonchalantly giving death permission to take me whenever it liked… Well, I found it very puzzling.

Contemplation of death had always left me feeling trapped and helpless, but in that moment on that highway, all of my panic was gone. I felt, in that moment, the peace that my life had no unfinished business, and the peace that my life was enough. 

That peaceful feeling left as inexplicably as it had come, and my regular life resumed. But those moments on the highway left me asking if I was capable of building a new relationship with death, one that might not leave me trembling in terror of the painfully obvious mortality I saw all around me, one that would allow me to live in peace today with whatever might happen tomorrow.

The stark contrast between those moments of peace and my regular thoughts made me realize that I hadn’t actually been living so much as I had been fearfully clinging to life, grasping desperately for more time. I had been treating the miracle of life the way a frightened swimmer treats a lifeguard (if the pool were full of sharks), blinded by panic and struggling to survive. No number of days ever felt like enough, for myself or for anyone else. To my fearful mind, a life that ended in death was always a life that ended in tragedy, and tragedy always seemed to be lurking around the next corner, ready to consume another soul.

As I let go of my fear for those few moments and gave myself the freedom to die, I also had granted myself the freedom to live, really live- without fear, without struggling, without needing. After that strange peaceful episode I had to wonder, “What if I could recreate that peace on purpose? How might my life be different if I chose to stop struggling against death?” 

So I tried it. I started shifting my perception and giving death the thumbs up to come find me whenever it was time.

3 Steps to giving up the fear of death


1. Identify what your fear is not

The obvious but rarely admitted truth is that I’m going to live exactly as long as I am going to live, and not one moment more or less. My struggle against that reality doesn’t change the outcome. It only affects the quality of the life that I live today. Death will take each of us exactly once, but my constant fear was making death a daily occurrence. It wasn’t death that was terrorizing me. I was doing that to myself. 

My suffering was never death’s fault, but I’d been blaming it for my fear all my life.

So I apologized. 

There’s an ancient Hawaiian tradition called Ho’oponopono. I use it sometimes whenever I want to find peace but I don’t have a rational line of thinking developed to get there. It’s a simple practice that squashes your ego, opens your heart, and puts you back in line with reality. You just repeat, “I’m sorry. I love you. Please forgive me. Thank you.” to whatever it is that’s causing you unrest. Whenever I felt afraid of death, I would just repeat. “I’m sorry, death. I love you. Please forgive me. Thank you.” 

I don’t know how it works. But it works. And my desperate grip on life started to loosen a little bit.

I started asking myself what number of days or years constitutes enough life. Where do I draw the line between a life too short, and a life worth living? I started to realize that I’ll never be able to live a life that feels like enough if I can’t find peace with a life that ends in death.

And I want a life that feels like enough, so as I’m accustomed to doing, I turned the thought around.

2. Lean into respect

I started asking how any life could not be long enough, how any life could not be worth it. Then I started to see that judging a life as too short was never up to me. Who was I to say that someone else’s life was too short? That their one precious and only life wasn’t enough? It started feeling disrespectful, even when I was doing it out of empathy or with good intentions. It wasn’t my place to make that call. So I stopped assuming that death was a tragedy out of respect for those who had died, and I started to see it only as the materialization of fate.

Where I gave up tragedy, I doubled up on loyalty. When someone died, I started sticking up for them against my fearful thoughts.  “It was his life and his death,” I would tell myself, “you don’t get to disrespect his one beautiful perfect life by calling it a tragedy just because you’re afraid.” It worked. I started feeling that everyone had the right to die, exactly when they did. My judgment was replaced by loyalty. The gap between the living and the dead started to narrow. The people I’d lost didn’t feel so lost after all.

And then I turned the argument on myself.

3. Choose “Enough”

I extended loyalty and respect to myself as well. I stopped disrespecting my own one and precious life, and started finding enough in lots of ordinary moments. I started purposely bringing death in during the moments of peace and beauty I was finding through The Winterbritt Project. Whenever I found myself standing in front of a beautiful sunset, or holding hands with my boyfriend, or laughing over a funny movie, I would say to myself, “This is enough. If this were the only thing. If it were the last thing. It would be enough.”

And each time I decide that my life is enough, it is. If I die today, or tomorrow or in ten years or fifty, it’s been enough. I don’t mind to die anymore, because I’d rather have the chance to live until I do.

What about you?

Does a fear of death affect the way you live your life? Do you think you could you use a perspective shift to find peace or live more intentionally? Let me know in the comments.





4 thoughts on “Why I wouldn’t mind dying: 3 steps to giving up my fear of death

  1. Very interesting point of view. I’ve never looked at death this way, and I really like your point about finding enough! I’m going to start reminding myself of that more often!

  2. I do that A LOT… i think about my death and other’s… their “possibilities”… what i’d do afterwards… i check if the dog/person who is sleeping next to me is actually sleeping, as in still breathing…
    It’s deeply disturbing, but i can’t make it stop and, deep inside, i’m well aware it’s not rational.
    So thank you for this article, i’ll give this a shot… i found your point of view quite interesting

    1. Come back and let me know how it goes. 🙂 Just creating enough space in my mind to consider that death is benevolent has really changed the way I approach life. I hope it works for you too.

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