Advice Needed: What to do when you make death too comfortable it feels invited?
This might not be the best place for this but it's closest I've found to the types of minds I'd like to talk to. I've read some of your posts and communications and I feel fairly confident most if not all of you take to the "what am I attracting and why" without turning it so spiritual/religious that it becomes preachy and starts to miss the point. I appreciate seeing the analytical side of how this subreddit seems prone to fidget with an issue and see it from more than one perspective. I'm trying to do that by myself and I feel unequipped to resolve the issue.
Without writing an essay or trauma dumping, the synopsis of my life has been baked into a lot of death. I've witnessed death since I was very small and I've lost a lot of people, many of which I had to watch the spirits leave their bodies. Most people probably would have been terrified of this but I adjusted quickly and accepted dying as normal and have no fear of death itself. I do not judge death and I do not experience anger or sadness the way other people tend to when people die. I am not numb, I just don't see it as a bad thing so much as I view it as a necessary part of life. It doesn't overwhelm me.
The problem is I seem to ONLY attract people when they're on their deathbeds, whether that is from a disease, a natural progression of fate, or the grossly intentional towards their own undoing. Intentional people who crave death are oddly attracted to me. They make me sit through their thoughts and expect me to save them, or else maybe they're just too comfortable with the fact I won't try to. I'm not sure. Regardless, I would like a partner and friends who are like me: Ones who want to experience life and are bright about the future even when the future itself appears bleak. I've had glum times but I'm always curious enough to keep going because I always want to turn the page and find out what the next chapter will be. The thought of resigning my own book to a shelf and cashing out early has never appealed to me. ...What does it mean though if all the moths who find themselves at my flame are the ones so lost they need someone who will witness their pain?
I have lost so many people and it doesn't hinder me. I'm at a loss for what shadow work I can really do anymore if any that will help me meet people who aren't three seconds from a short grave. I've buried friends, family, partners, children, and every person I meet is either more of the same or else it's someone who meets me the day their closest people die. I feel like I've been forced into the role of an anti-reaper, one who sees people after death and is expected to ferry them back to the land of the living. The isolation in this is beginning to weigh on me.
Respectfully, if anyone has heard of or is experiencing something similar or knows about the topic, I would appreciate any guidance on how to dance with this predicament so as to actually meet people who survive and want to survive. The longest anything I've had friendships included has been less than a year. It seems everyone meets me at their grave. It's hard not to feel like I'm an omen.