Like most people, I prefer not to be on my own. I’ve never lived alone, I much prefer to the company of others. I have being alone so much that if my housemates are going to away from the house I will not stay alone. When this happens I got back to my parents house so that I have somebody around when I sleep. It’s a phobia I’ve had since I was a child. It probably started when I got lost in the nation forest for two days when I was in primary school. An experience like that never leaves you. I was fine, let me be clear on that, nothing bad happened. I just remember being cold and alone. I hate the thought of dying alone, although I wouldn’t want anyone I love or care about to pass away with me. I just hate the idea of being in a car accident late at night and not having anyone there with me when I go. I know that sounds a bit morbid but it’s been on my mind a lot lately. My aunt passed away rather suddenly alone in her own home. They didn’t find her for a week, which I found extremely upsetting. Mother asked me to talk with the funeral director in Perth so that he could comfort me. He was a very kind and nice person and did his best to try and calm my fears. Still, the idea that she was alone in that house without anybody knowing she was in trouble. I haven’t been able to sleep much since the funeral. I don’t want to close my eyes in case I don’t wake up. I know how irrational that is but being at the funeral keep replaying in my mind. I think I spent too much time thinking about funerals, Perth based funeral are all outside in the sunshine which seems wrong to me. It should be raining for a funeral but it rarely is in this part of the country. I think I need to see somebody to talk about my issues.