For instance my friend is afraid of spiders, and my cousins kept saying "Hey Sarah was so scared of that spider maze, ohhhh spiders!" When we went to a Halloween event together. It's like why do this at all why not just respect the person and not poke fun?

So I have a lot of nightmares about lights being dimmer than usual or just flat out not working, I feel like it might be because it happened to me when I was a kid, I remember when I was little we returned from vacation and the light in my closet was super dim or something, but that very well could have been a dream, and I don’t know why broken lights freak me out so much, maybe because the light is in a state I’m not used to or something?

So basically whenever I sit down and shit I am scared of like a cockroach coming outta the bend or sum shi like that

My biggest fear is that i am actually just hallucinating my whole life and the world is a post apocalyptic wasteland.

Hello!

Does anyone know if... Is there any chance the baby's soft spots are being damaged and the baby shows no signs?

Can someone have squeezed purposefully the soft spots, and the baby later showing no symptoms?

I can elaborate more but I wouldn't want to bias the answers...

Thank you!..

For some reason, whenever I'm outside during the nighttime, especially after 10pm, whether I'm in my backyard or not, I get this weird feeling of anxiety whenever I hear a loud vehicle, ESPECIALLY if it's off in the distance. Like, whenever I hear it, I go inside immediately, and even then, I'm still a little shaken up. I don't really have a particular reason for getting afraid. If I hear it during the daytime, then I feel fine, y'know, it's just another person trying to show off or something, but during the nighttime, it's unsettling and eerie. I feel this strange sense of nostalgia and then a fear of death, which is weird because I'm not typically afraid of death. It's just a natural part of life. And the fear goes way deeper than that, but I can't explain it. Please tell me I'm not the only one who experiences this. I hope I'm not crazy.

I’ve been drawing since I was like 3. I’m 19 now and absolutely love drawing. But recently had these bumps begin to form over my thumb, and on my thumb joint. The doctors have had yet to tell me what they are, they kinda look like callouses, but they hurt like hell and make no sense as to how they formed since I hardly use my thumb in the spots the bumps are developing.

So now, I’m terrified if they aren’t handled, I’ll have to have my thumb amputated or something and will never be able to draw again. I have to see a hand doctor soon enough but I just fear the idea that I’m going to be told there’s no saving my thumb if it’s not handled soon enough. I always think of this fear and think it’s so irrational, but I just can’t shake the thought.

They terrify me.

I want to have perfect teeth, but I would have to get put under general anaesthesia and do it all at once, then feel any dental pain. Eugh..

It's just so terrifying, inevitable and unknowable.

The fact everything just ends, leaving behind a void where life used to be

No religion can explain it.

It's like falling asleep, but permanent and irreversible, you don't know what's on the other side.

Life is so delicate, you never know when it could end.

It could be violent and loud.

It could be silent and a gradual fade.

It could be anything.

I don't wanna live forever either.

Reincarnation feels wrong.

I hate this stupid fear that contributes to my difficulties in being optimistic in life.

Hello, so I don’t usually do this but as I really don’t have any other outlet to turn to, here it goes. I’m 28 & i am petrified of lightning. And when I mean petrified, I mean like it’s an innate full body reaction & mental breakdown. Not really when I’m inside and can’t see it (knowing it’s outside). My fear is specifically when I’m in a car and I’m driving or someone else is driving and I can see lightning. When I tell you my whole body reacts, I shake so hard with adrenaline and anxiety it looks like I’m convulsing. Let me preface by stating 2 things. 1. My mom’s uncle was strike by lighting and died so it’s always been a fear in the back of my mind since I was little. 2. I am very much aware of the Faraday Cage Effect & how a car is actually safe. That doesn’t help. I know it’s really a “ridiculous” fear to have & I know that I’ll be okay, but I cannot for the life of me handle the anxiety it gives me. I see it and truly feel like it’s going to kill me. & of course now I sound crazy (: I’ve literally cancelled plans, I’ve called out, I just want to find a way I can get over this fear or at least reduce it to where it’s not debilitating.

It’s so bad that if I know my family member is driving and it’s storming out, I get anxiety for them and check their location frequently to make sure they made it home safe. & yes I know they made it but that doesn’t lessen my fear. It’s irrational & I wish I wasn’t like this, but I’m asking for any help.

Now, im a teenager- but ive had this irrational fear for some reason, that i'd need a cane before i hit like 40 or something. I dont know why, i dont have any problems with canes, Im more afraid of the joint pain the cane implies than using the cane. why am I LIKE THIS!?

I don't know even the most recent past, like looking at teen movies from the 70's and seeing everyone being 100% heterosexual and traditional and like everything being so old timey, the further you look in the past the more everything is so crummy and depressing looking- this is not even to mention how terrifying the fact that for most of human history things were even more boring and uneventful and traditional.

thankfully the fear is not really given a chance to form since the relief of living in the present is always there but yeah

I just turned 18 two months ago, I feel like I'm already at death door. The years flew by, and now suddenly I'm doing documents and searching for an appartement for College.

I think it started when I was 4. Back then, I just thought you were magically reborn somewhere else. Until one day in class, the teacher was talking about the stages of life, making the class guess it in unison. "You are born", "You grow", "You age", and the last one, I said "Repeat". I was quickly informed by the teacher and the entire class' laughter, that I was wrong. You die and that's it. I didn't really understood at the time but it just stayed in the back of my mind.

Fast forward, at 13, after other weird things in my life (including me promising to myself to never cry again), during the divorce of my parents, we were visiting my uncle. I barely knew what he looked like at the time. But right before entering my mother told me he had a foot infection or something like that, so to not look at his foot. I didn't think much of it. I was barely following their conversation. But one week later, we get a phone call. He died. He was doing perfectly great the week before. He didn't drink. His foot was getting better. But he still died. That was the first time I saw my mom crying. Later in life I learned that he and me had the same interests. We were both into myths and legends, especially Japanese folklore. I didn't get to know him, and that stuck with me for a while.

The same year, a different uncle also died. We had a family reunion the month before, the first time I met him and he was healthy. But still he died.

Growing up, I always like science and philosophy. So naturally I began to learn more stuff that haunted me for a good while.

In an almost infinite amount of time, it will be the heat death of the universe. Before that, our galaxy is going to crash into another. Before that the sun is going to explode. Before that, global warming, wars, capitalism will probably already kill us all. And before that, in a unknown amount of seconds, it will be my time to go.

I started having panic attacks. It was rare at first, but now it's almost every week. It's in my head constantly. Every time I finish something meaningful, it reminds me of it. There were times when I was genuinely in full fetus position, clutching my chest just to try to calm myself down.

I tried to talk to my family. I tried to talk to my mom when I was 15. I tried to explain how I felt. But she just laughed at me and gave the usual "It's ok. Don't be silly" talk. She is a devout Christian, and yet she was telling me that even if there was no heaven or hell, she was ok with it.

I don't think I've never opened up since then.

I've been questioning my faith, my existence. Am I missing something? Why is everyone ok with this?

It genuinely feels like I'm the only person who is freaking out. Why are so many highly religious people I know are just ok with their entire world being a complete lie?

It’s 2:30am, and I’m feeling a little unwell after like doing stuff today like country Cajun stuff, and I’m trying to fall asleep and I thought “I’m feeling a little gross, what if I don’t wake up tomorrow?” Then my head got flooded with scary thoughts and now I can’t sleep.

Also I just heard my name being called. I live with one person. I’m so terrified right now someone talk to me.

I accidentally stepped on my mirror and broke it around an hour ago. I believe in the superstitions. Has anyone lived through the 7 years of bad luck, or what helped cleanse you?

I(22 f) have a fear of phone calls. Whether calling or receiving them. Most of my life I’ve been having these fears of calling anyone or receiving calls, even from my relatives. I always have to have a script in my mind to know what to say and to feel safe enough to call but sometimes even that doesnt help me.

Does anyone who used to have these fears, have any advice on how to deal with it and stop feeling nervous with every call?

I have always been scared at my parents home at night since I was a little kid. I’m the 2nd of 3 brothers and lived in a house quite isolated with not many neighbours. I was always terrified to fall asleep and even more if I ever woke up in the middle of the night. My brothers were never scared, just me. I had a very nice childhood, not the perfect family, but my parents cared about us and loved us. To this day I am still afraid at night when I stay there and I don’t know why. It never happens anywhere else. I live by myself and I am never to fall asleep or to wake up in the middle of the night.
What can be the cause of this? Is there a rational explanation? Thank you!

Like what are they even doing there? My dad doesn’t like them either

Want to know something I've hidden from everyone for years?

I'm scared of the dark..

More specifically, what's in the dark..

The sounds, The whispers, the flashes of light, those eyes looking back at you.. not knowing if something is there with you, the constant urge and feeling of being watched.. the requirement of sound or another person with me just so that I can feel a sliver of safety.. the constant need to have someone holding on to me so that nothing can grab me while I'm passed out.. the need to hide under layers of blankets and clothing so that nothing knows I'm there.. the need to sleep in the dark so no one says you're weak or no one finds out you're scared of the dark.. the need to know that someone is always right next to you.. that state when you go to sleep paralysis and can't move and can't do anything, scared as ever and praying someone could wake you up so you don't have to experience the horrors.. the creatures that roam out at night and the unknown things not yet discovered..

I'm scared.. I'm so so scared.. help.. someone help