Hey, what's your life story?

Question

I've been feeling pretty down in the dumps lately and I think that hearing other people's survival stories would help. Therefore, please tell me about hardships you've gone through in the past and are going through now. Also, any motivational quotes and such would help. I'm going through some pretty rough times myself lately. I'm seeing a counselor for depression and my self-esteem is so low, I've thought about suicide. I'm tired of waking up and dreading everyday, please help!

Answer 1

Stop feeling sorry for yourself .Stay away from negative people ,people on drugs ,people that want to spend there life on alcohol.Get a job that makes you happy ,get a dog ,a cat , a book a hobby.Exersice,eat the right foods get plenty of sleep .Quit taking everyones advice and find your own happiness .Good luck .Every day is a struggle for the whole world except the ones that were born with a silver spoon in ther mouth,Know your loved .Go to church if you want some happiness.Good people are there to make you feel better.Or go to a hospital my friend went to a crisis center to talk to someone.Noone ever listen it seems like and its the same thing every day .I wonder why Im here as well but its the same thing every day .When I get this way I sleep and exersice its over hormones energy with no where to go.

Answer 2

large family, youngest child
physical and sexual abuse
no money
foster care
college early - hope!
junior college
bachelor's degree
grad work in a far off state (away from home!)
poor, living in car for a while
scholarship to study overseas
two years in the USSR - tough, but rewarding
back in the US, poor, physically ill, depressed
back in grad school
met a man I thought would change everything
but he hit me
cursed me
went into a shelter
then back with him
had a baby (joy of my life)
who unfortunately spent the first year of life in the hospital
drained, exhausted
God finally got my attention
found one good friend
and also the courage to kick out the abuser
went completely broke
had a cancer scare
father died
dear friend died
depressed beyond measure
but a little boy kept me in reality
finally decided to take charge
changed jobs
moved
sold house
started a new life
with double the salary
finally I am making it.

Still...

the was-band followed us to the new town
and is making it difficult
my elderly mom got sick
and moved in
and I sleep on an air mattress in the living room
because my little house is too small

BUT

I have a new life
new job
financial security
health
and a little boy who teaches me to enjoy the little things




Hang in there. Don't hurt yourself, as there are people who care. I will pray for one friend for you. Just one friend can make the difference. I have no idea if you are a person of faith, but God gave me strength and changed my life when I didn't think it could be any different.

Answer 3

in 1988 i was in a military accident that i couldhave prevented taht killed my friend, i believe im responsible for taht death and still havent reconciled it yet, but im still here, hang in there

Answer 4

all that time u are wasting being depressed you could be in Vegas and in a strip club... end of story.

Answer 5

When I was 21 years old and my husband was 22, he was diagnosed with a brain tumor. That was in 1966 and cancer treatment was not what it is today. I can go back thru pictures of him from New Years day thru that year and see him look sicker and sicker. It affected his personality terribly. Being in pain taxed his patience to no end and he jumped up off the sofa one day, grabbed our little daughter and was throwing her across the room because she had stomped her feet coming down stairs and made his head hurt worse. I caught her just in time. Of course, he was terribly sorry later and shared with me his fear of losing it and hurting her or our son. To make a long story short, he cut the death process short by going out in the car, putting a hose from the tail pipe into the car and killing himself. There was a note in the car but that was of no help because it was almost a month before his body was found and during that time no one knew where he was. It was a terrible time that only seemed to get worse. After he had been dead and buried for awhile, about a month, I was still crying myself to sleep at night but one night my sleep was disturbed by something that woke me in a fright. I got our of bed and as I went into the hallway, my husband was standing there. He was standing in the door way to our children's bedroom, just looking in on them. I was over joyed to see him as you can well imagine but he put a hand up and told me that I couldn't touch him when all I wanted to do was throw my self into his arms. He had married me very young out of a terrible home life and was my rock until this happened. The children and I needed him so much and he was back. I told him that I knew it was a mistake and it wasn't his body we had buried but he told me that it was him and that he was dead but had been given this one chance to come back to tell me that he loved us. We talked about a lot of things but the one thing that has always stood out in my memory was asking him if he was in heaven or hell. He told me that he was in hell but it was not the kind of hell with fire burning his body we had learned about in Sunday school. He said that everyone's hell is different and his hell was hearing his children crying for him and knowing he did it to them. He had chosen to take his own life instead of trying to live until he could be cured. He said that it was a burning in his mind over and over and it was going to last forever. After we had talked for what seemed like hours, he told me that he had to leave. I remember looking down at his hand and seeing his birthmark and knowing at that moment it really was him and that I was going to lose him all over again. I begged him not to leave us and I could see the pain in his eyes as he moved away from me. It seemed to me that he just kind of melted through the wall, put out his hand to me and was gone. I don't suppose he went through the wall at all but just drifted away into nothing. I can remember crying hysterically for him to come back but of course he didn't and I finally went back to sleep. When I awoke in the morning, I thought maybe it had all been a dream but when I went into the bathroom and looked at my face in the mirror, I could tell from my terribly swollen eyes that I really had been up and crying but I made up my mind right then that if crying was his torture, we wouldn't cry any more. Of course, that was not possible but I put my self aside and did everything I could to make my children stop crying and be happy again. Until then, I had spent much time holding them in my arms as I cried instead of trying to make them think of something else. As you can imagine, tears are running down my face as I write this to you. Now, I'm an old woman, our children are grown and have children of their own who are nearly as old as Jimmy and I were when he died. I still try to keep my kids from crying for him and you would be surprised at how often they do. Nothing like when they were young but still, when they see a picture or someone tells them that they look so much like their real father. I married again and that man was a father to them. We lost him to cancer last year and of course that brought up the past and the thought that now they had lost two dads to cancer. I've told them this story that I'm telling you and my daughter tries to honor and love the dad she can't remember but our son is still very angry that his dad chose to leave them instead of staying to fight. I felt the same way until he was as old as Jim was when he died and realized how young he really was and how ill prepared he was to deal with what was happening to his body. This is a very sad story and I only tell it to someone who is considering taking their own life but you would be surprised at how many God has sent to me over the years to hear it. Now, I'm telling it to you. I'm sure you have heard that we are not to speak ill of the dead and now you know why. What we say here on earth is the hell they must suffer in the after life. I've told my story again, at a cost to myself but I feel you are worth what I have to go through as I let all this come to the surface again. It is probably the only message you will have from the other side so think very carefully about what it means to you. Who will cry for you? Or will your hell be another kind of torment only the devil can devise? I don't know. I only know that now, the grandchildren look at pictures of their mother at the Christmas we suffered through that first year and they feel so sorry for the little girl with the sad face sitting on their uncle's lap as he has tears running down his cheeks. Jim is still hearing the crying for the decision he made so many years ago and I have to remind them of the pain it is causing him. They don't know quite whether to believe all of it or not but they do pull themselves together and try not to hurt him any more. All I can say to you is God bless you and have mercy on you so that you can find a way to be happy. I hope Jim has been able to see all the happy times we have had since he has been gone and they give him the same peace I pray for you to have.