My mind is great at scaring itself
I find it very easy to scare myself. I fear giving my mind time where it is not preoccupied; when it can fear and when it can imagine without control.
Whenever my knuckles crack or my finger bends or I hit my knee on something; I am reminded by how easy it is for me to accidentally break my fingers or my knees. It makes me anxious.
When I get anxious I feel sick, weezy, nauseous. I don't like it and it feels like its impossible to revert. That whenever a nerve sets in my stomach it will splash up the rest of my insides.
Blood does the same thing, remind me of the fragility of a human. As does vivid descriptions and depictions of death.
However, the way my mind does this is odd. It is not the concept of death or injury that I fear - probably. I'm not quiet sure what it is but I know there is something.