I first felt existential depression when I was 8 or 9 years old. At that point in my life, I realized Santa Claus was fake, and so probably were the religious figures (gods) that religions offered humanity to distract them from the reality that "no one gets out of here alive". LOL
I'm not religious, and am comforted by the fact that I am being honest with myself. Life is a self serving concept. The only time you are really enjoying it, is when you are promulgating it. I'm also comforted by the fact that I am not suffering, as many humans are in life.
I am encouraged by the courage shown by many who have died before me. I am reminded that no one has ever come back from death to complain about the accommodations in the hereafter. I like Cat Stevens song "Moonshadow". I would add the following verse:
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