money's scary, huh?

Sometimes I think about money and having to work to live. Well, everyone worries about that, right? It's overwhelming when I think that my income isn't a given. It could suddenly disappear. The people I support are relying on it too. If it were just me, I wouldn't care so much. I'm gonna die anyway. But it's still scary. It might be a contradiction, but... I want to die, but I want the people I love to be well. That doesn't make sense, does it? And saying "the people I love" sounds kinda weird.

How do you deal with this problem?