I live in a perpetual state of existential crisis. Though I may have been born this way, I suspect that two near-death experiences and an armed robbery that left me with a decade long bout with PTSD contributed to my near-constant thoughts about mortality.
My children don’t help with this problem. Watching them grow up is a ceaseless reminder of aging process.
New research suggests that acetaminophen, the main ingredient in Tylenol, may be able to alleviate the pain of an existential crisis in the same way it alleviates the pain of a pounding headache.
A pill to overcome the constant, omnipresent, soul crushing awareness that I might someday cease to exist?
I don’t think so.
