I have always been fascinated with the various gods of death, as well as the Grim Reaper. I have said the Grim Reaper and I have a love affair for the ages since at least middle school.
Death calls for me to join him. Wraps around me at my lowest points and whispers in my ear that everything will be alright. Everything can stop if I choose to join him. He does not encourage me nor discourages me. Simply tells the facts. I want to go with him, be free of this anxiety riddled body and life, but love my family too much. Anxiety can mess with the mind but nothing can distort a life of constant never ending unconditional love.
Death understands and says he will wait as long as needed until I join him in his world.