This is the kind of phobia that feels inescapable.
Fear of crocodiles? Don’t go near a crocodile. Fear of loud noises? Wear earplugs.
Fear of eternity? Well, that one’s here to stay.
There are months when I would not have been able to blog about this out of pure fear. But I type this at a time when these thoughts cause minimal discomfort.
This is a big step for me. I have phoned the Samaritans when feeling suicidal about this in the past, shortly before walking to the hospital asking for help.
It can be defeated.
- Trying to comprehend infinity and eternity
- Anxiety and depression from the intrusive thoughts
- Having night terrors on the subject
- Understanding when it causes me problems
- How my diet has an impact
The night sky was the trigger
I usually gaze up to the stars for the beauty. Feeling humbled and taking a moment to escape our Earthly problems. But one day as a 16 year old, my brain processed things a little differently.
Maybe I stared a little too long. But as I did I was overwhelmed by the sense of inevitable doom. The magnitude of the universe didn’t fill me with awe but a complete lack of control. I no longer felt part of the universe but a prisoner of it.
From this day forward, I spent every waking moment tying to wrap my head around this new nightmare I called existence. It would last for months.
Apeirophobia- the fear of infinity and eternity
I didn’t look into the phobia until it overpowered me again at the age of 25. This time round it hit a couple years after my father died, when anxiety was very much a part of me.
I would still go to work, hiding my anxiety as best I could. I would help the team out, make jokes and remain somewhat ‘normal’.
But during break one day I decided to look up my fear.
This in itself was a challenge because I wanted to be the only one that had it. At least then I could justify it as not being ‘real’. I wanted to feel it was a dream.
But nope, it had a name. And people we speaking in forums about it.
This indeed made me feel worse, as it validated my reality.
I became numb and nothing mattered anymore
Death was no longer a fear of mine. It became a calming thought.
‘If eternity is real, I don’t want to be conscious during it‘ I would say to myself repeatedly.
But then the realization that I would either be dead forever or alive forever was a double-edged sword.
The only thing giving me some peace was the idea of reincarnation.
Maybe not being alive for a million or so years and then coming back as something else was the best reality, free from any memories of the previous life. Having enough time to sleep before starting it all over again.
My existential crisis was in full swing.
I couldn’t even escape in my sleep
I would have regular night terrors. Dreams where I was falling through space with no end, time nor distance. I would wake in a cold sweat and the anxiety would already be waiting for me.
It was on my mind 24/7.
The days were mental torture. I would fear the infinite, but at the same time feel trapped in the universe. Almost claustrophobic.
Why was I born inside it and not outside of it? Was my consciousness already here somehow?
I pictured the Big Bang happening, and then another, and another for eternity. What if there are no limits, and things just keep happening forever? Surely it would stop. But where would the end point be?
Not having that end to my thinking caused the most intense mental suffering.
In fact, there isn’t anything that has come close to this in terms of my own trauma.
I searched for help online when I was at work
It got to the stage where I would search help on the work computers. I didn’t even use incognito mode either. I didn’t care that much. I just needed the help.
On my breaks I would call the Samaritans. In fact, one lovely lady said something that I will always remember:
‘Well, how do you know that’s what eternity is?‘
This was one of the first moments I learned that my anxiety was fueled not by what is real, but what I worry is real.
It helped me keep my composure until I could see someone in person.
The strange thing is, I never had visible panic attacks. I felt more dead to the world, accepting these dire truths in secret. I was numb.
I decided to go to a walk in center before I did something to myself. I was given a form asking for my details and my emergency situation.
‘Possible mental health issues‘ is all I described it as.
I was grateful to be seen almost immediately by someone that was very patient and understanding of my mental anguish.
‘It sounds like an existential crisis.’ he said.
‘I can give you the details for CBT therapy. I feel this will help.’
I organised it and a few months later had my first session.
Eternity and Infinity OCD died down before I started therapy
Now the therapy was great. And it helped me with the OCD struggles that were building over the years. I still use the techniques today and have arranged more therapy in 2021.
However I realized that the Apeirophobia died down seemingly on it’s own.
This has happened to me three times now. As a teenager, in my mid-twenties and now in my early thirties.
I cannot pinpoint exactly why this has seemed to come around in 7-8 year cycles.
But I do know that changing my diet has been a big factor in improving my mental health in 2021.
If you would like, I go into this at the end of my related post Existential OCD.
When I am anxious, everything scares me
If I have a period of anxiety, I ask myself one question:
Sam, what wouldn’t scare you right now?
And the answer is, nothing. Nothing wouldn’t scare me at that moment.
It has helped me realize that it isn’t the nature of eternity or infinity that scares me. My anxiety scares me.
I know this because I am writing about it now, and I couldn’t give a damn.
If time had an end, it would scare me. If the universe had a boundary, that would scare me.
If heaven existed, that would scare me.
I could find fear in the biggest lion down to the most fragile dandelion.
The fear isn’t due to the nature of reality. The problem is my tiny OCD brain is burning out trying to understand it.
I now know when it is coming and how to avoid overthinking much more than I did the first two times this got me.
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