Still here

I suspect I am suffering from depression. I am not terribly sad, and I know that doesn't sound logical, but I am having anxiety issues. The anxiety seems to be based on a sudden, and unexplainable, fear I have of dying. Want more illogical? This sudden fear of dying seems to come from the fact that I have a lot of terrific things, large and small, planned out over the rest of this year. So if life is good, why would I be depressed?

Never said it had to make sense.