A fear of death?

I woke up this morning from a dream. Not very clear on what it was, but it involved my own death. And those whom are close to me.

It's just that...I'm scared. I know I'm not even 22 yet, that I have my whole life ahead of me. I get that. It's just now there some times I fear death. Of losing everything.

My family is very precious to me. We argue, we bicker, but we love each other. They were my support for when I was at my lowest. Especially my sister. She was the reason I put my belt up after considering suicide one night before bed. All I had to do was look in the other room.

I've been doing a hell of a lot better since starting a mild dose of Prozac. It's just I've been kind of letting my mind wanders a little too much.

I just can't shake that fear. One day, my grandparents won't be around. Then my parents. And then me. It just won't stay away.