Would anyone like to share the most painful experience that they went throught and how they healed from it?

Question

God of unfathomable goodness,
the history of human agony
haunts my soul;
ashes, blood, and cries
pierce my heart;
diabolic schemes of oppressors
plague my mind.
Grand me an extra measure of
strength,
understanding
and faith
to help me find You--
to discover Your Light
midst the blinding dread,
through the revolving horror.

Thanks everyone for sharing , May God Bring You healing ! And a new Wonderful Concious !

Answer 1

I was molested six years ago. I feel betrayed, dirty, used, and depressed. I finally told my parents last week.

I think getting closure will help a lot. I'm going to get therapy. I hope I heal. There are people who never really heal from this and I hope that waiting six years didn't cause any irreversible damage. The healing process will start soon, whenever therapy starts and I can start talking to police and lawyers.

Answer 2

December 16, 2005, about 3:00 a.m. I was sitting in the bathroom doing what one usually does in there when I heard a pop and a thud. The pop was My Steve's gun going off, and the thud was his body falling to the floor. I sat there and cried, "Oh, My God, he really did it" over and over until finally I realized that it was up to me to do something.

I turned my head away from where I could see his feet at the foot of the bed beside which he had fallen, and got the telephone and called 911. The next several hours were controlled by the sheriff's deputies and coroner's office deputies who swarmed all over the place, and then they finally took the body away, and then took me down to the Sheriff's office at the county seat to take my fingerprints and to check my hands under a blue light to see that there was no gun powder residue. They were very polite, and said that from the rest of the evidence, it was pretty clear I had nothing to do with it, but that whenever someone is in the same house (apartment) when a person commits suicide, they have to go through this to be sure. It was procedure. Finally, my former boss, who is an attorney, came and got me and took me to his house to get some sleep before dealing with the rest of the reality.

To get over it, to be healed eventually, started with overwhelming gratitude to my former boss and to my neighbors and friends who gathered around me and helped me deal with all of it. Steve's mother and sister came out to California from New Jersey and dealt with the expenses of the memorial service and all of that, and my friends just walked me through it, holding my hands and helping me all the way.

Then a friend helped me set up the computer I inherited from Steve in a way I could use, and on January 24, 2006, I discovered Yahoo! Answers. This, then, has been my therapy.

Answer 3

Running down a hill, falling forward, getting a sprained right wrist and a huge gash on my left forearm, going to the ER around 9PM, finally getting treated several hours later (bleeding quite a lot during that period), and at last leaving to go home a few minutes past 1AM.
Dressing my wounds and keeping the splint on for the next few weeks; following doctor's orders.
Yeah... that sucked.
I've been extra-careful about avoiding to run down that hill to chase my dog again. X(

Answer 4

I have struggled with many things in my life, but they have all been caused by one significant event. Right before my seventh birthday, a thumb sized tumor was discovered in my pituitary gland in my brain. It was located behind my right eye, forcing it to stare off to the side of my head. This is how my parents came to the conclusion that it needed to be looked at.
The day I went to the hospital for an M.R.I. was depressing. I went in with my mom. We thought I had a lazy eye that could be corrected. When we got the news that it was a tumor, the big question came up. Is it cancerous? Thankfully no, but it would still cause come damage. A couple weeks after my birthday, when school let out, I was scheduled to have the major surgery. I didn’t even know what was going on; I just knew that I didn’t want to go to the hospital for anything. However, it really wasn’t up to me; I had to do it anyway.
The day came and I went through the O.R. doors. My parents and older sister waited in the quiet of the waiting room while I went under. I was operated on for about eight hours. When the venerable doctors had finished I looked horrible, but I was alive. I awoke in the intensive care unit in agonizing pain. I had tubes running from my hands and even my feet. I felt something on my lower back; I learned later that I’d had a spinal tap.
After a few days there, I was given a room. However, I didn’t know I would be sharing it with someone else. I had headaches that were so bad that I would cry, and have to go to sleep. When I awoke the next time, I couldn’t open my eyes. They were swollen shut. I thought that I had gone blind because of the surgery. I didn’t know what was going on, and I thought I would never see again. Try telling a seven year old she will eventually see, and not to worry. Many nights and mornings I would wake up, each time able to see a little more. I woke up one night and asked what time it was. I had been sleeping for quite a few hours. My mom told me that it was around three. I didn’t know if it was the morning or afternoon, but I knew I was hungry. My mom stood by the window staring out. She looked very distressed, I could tell she was crying, but she told me that everything was fine.
I was in that cramped hospital room for eleven days. I ate the tasteless food and lay in bed all day. The day I left was the happiest day of my life, I saw the sky and got to eat real food. I thought my life would get right back to normal as soon as I got home. I didn’t think the horrors of that one day of surgery would change my life forever.
In three months time, my body had retained a very large amount of water due to the medications I was taking. When school started again I was unrecognizable. My skin had browned from an excess of sugar from the diabetes. I was at least twenty to fifty pounds heavier, and I had a very large, bright scar across the hairline on my forehead. My social life changed, I lost friends and didn’t gain but a couple from then on.
I don’t have a pituitary gland. This means I have to take medications to run and control my body. In order to grow, I had to have a growth hormone shot everyday for two years straight. In order to hit puberty, that meant I would have another medication added to my other four. When I need something done to my body, it usually means taking another kind of medication. When other kids were running and playing, I was sitting out wondering why I couldn’t keep up.
I was the pretty little girl who always got attention but ever since my surgery I practically became an outcast. I never did anything bad in school, or got in trouble at home. I was alone, with no one to influence me or tell me what to do. Because of my looks, I was made fun of and constantly harassed in middle school and in the beginning of high school. Although the surgery drastically changed my life, something good came out of it. Because I didn’t have any friends I had all my time to study and get good grades. I’m glad this tragedy is actually helping me in a way, instead of ruining my whole life like I thought.

I had headachs for two months after that. 24/7.

Answer 5

i was eight years old. when my next door neigbhor took my cat and put him in a dugged hole with his head sticking out and ran over him with a lawn mower. what made it a tearjerker. the cats head hit me in my chest. i still have nightmares over that incident.

Answer 6

no, i would not like to.