I can’t stop panicking about it. I keep imagining that I live for a ridiculously long time, get really sick, become quadripeligic, am just flat out miserable but want to die, but I just can’t die.

I’m imagining that I’m one million years old and all of humanity except for me is now extinct. But I keep living in misery anyway. Then, when I’m four billion years old, I’m getting burned alive by the sun, but still can’t die.

Can somebody please disprove this idea?