Whenever I got into an elevator with other people, I wondered if they could save me if I were dying in there. Like my mother or my father, I needed them—but they could let me down.
There is a belief that healthy lives are rewards for correct behavior, and illness and death are earned through insufficient devotion.
“I went on the internet, searched ‘fear of death,’ and a name appeared.”
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