^ Title.
I am.
Actually, for me it's quite bad to the point I'd call it a phobia, or some kind of mental disorder. I'm 27 years old and I fear death on such a scale that it's difficult to describe. Some nights I can go hours without being able to sleep, just thinking about how eventually, I will cease to be and I will not even be "I" anymore. I won't have my wife, my son, my family, friends. I won't be anything. I won't even be able to be pissed about it, because I won't even be.
This thought torments me, depresses me. Sure it makes me want to get out and live life, and I already do that! Me and my family are very active, but these thoughts torture me so regularly. It even extends in to every day activities, like sometimes I'll be walking down the street and I'll fear a non-existent bus wiping me out. Waiting for a train, and tripping in to the rails. Poof, gone.
Sometimes I even have terrible thoughts of accidentally or inadvertently being the cause of someone else's death, like bumping in to someone and pushing them in front of a train or car, or accidentally doing any number of things that could lead to someone else's death.
I'm a person that, without question, would take an opportunity to live forever with everlasting youth at any point before I turn 60. Hypotheticals about seeing my friends and family die multiple times over or even seeing the universe implode...still doesn't sway me.
There's probably some sort of messed up shit I should try to get sorted in my own head over stuff like this, but it truly is something I find myself dealing with, with seemingly no real solution. Who can you talk to that can make you feel better about dying? I mean...nobody. You die either way...
*Sigh...
EDIT
I wanted to cover some common elements in the responses to explain my feelings further.
"You'll be dead so you won't care about it"
I don't understand this bit of insight. The primary reason I fear death is because I'm alive. If I'm dead already then I wouldn't fear it. I fear it because I'm alive, thus, it makes sense to ask among living people if death intimidates them. No, I won't care after I'm dead, but this is a pre-dis positioned fear of the unknown and the consequences of no longer being alive, of not being what I am now.
"Why fear something you can't control?
I fear it precisely because I can't control it.you also cannot control a rabid bear with your bare hands but that doesn't make me any less afraid of coming face to face with one. How is it something becomes un-fearful simply because you can't control it? Why are we as humans so aware of our mortality? It feels like a curse.