This question is far too painful for me to answer, and I don't think I will be alone - don't be surprised if you don't get many answers!
2007-07-08 23:58:49
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answer #1
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answered by Anonymous
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The hardest thing I've ever done is to fight for my life for 8 months in the hospital after a head on car crash. I got very depressed during this time and almost died. It was the fight of my life to stay here and make it through. Also, attending the funerals of my 3 best friends who died within a year of each other. Tough times to get through!
2007-07-09 09:09:47
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answered by vanhammer 7
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I'm recovering from an eating disorder. Well, physically, I have recovered. I can't even describe it. It was like going through 18 levels of hell. The body and the mind warring against each other for years. Then trying to arrange a peace agreement between the two. To finally try to eat more, only to find that it's physically painful to do so. Even more painful emotionally. Then to have to try to want to eat again, even though it hurts. Eating, what should be a natural thing, becomes this unnatural, mechanical thing.
Of course there was trying to wrestle with even deeper demons. Past traumatic events, deaths, and other things I always tried to be indifferent about. Had to relive and find out how I really felt about those thing, then learn new coping mechanisms for those emotions like I was some child.
Then of course, were the doctors. Some of whom could barely hide their disdain for me. I relapsed for a short period of time. When I went in for my cardiologist appointment, I overheard one of the attendings talking in the hall to another saying how they didn't know why they were wasting their time with me when they could be working on patients that deserved it more because they truely wanted to get better. How my GP told me he didn't see me getting better and there was a good chance I wouldn't since I was past my mid twenties. Not even a few minutes later, he lectured me that if I didn't get better soon, I was going to have a heart attack and die.
Then there was all the general public that would treat me with disgust. Like they thought I was vain or just wanting attention when in reality I just wanted to feel numb and disappear. They all had the simple answer... 'Why don't you just eat something!' God, why didn't I think of that! Duh! Thanks for the advice people.
But despite everyone who didn't think I could do it (including myself) I kept trying and I've now gained back 85 lbs. I'm a bit chubby now, but I'd rather be this than have to go through all that again. I just wouldn't be able to do it. In fact, I sometimes eat extra out of fear that if I start dropping weight, I'll end up back in hell again. There's still this nagging and persistant voice that tells me I'm worthless and I don't deserve the food I eat, but I'm a stronger person now and I choose to ignore the part of me that tries to tell me otherwise.
Anorexia had been a part of me for so long, who I really was and the eating disorder became one and the same. Seperating it out and finding my identity again has been the hardest thing I've ever done.
2007-07-09 07:34:44
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answer #3
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answered by larsor4 5
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Taking care of my parents, (Dad for 2 years, Mom for 7) watching their suffering! Although it was about two years ago, I still feel drained in body, mind, and soul. It, by far, was the most difficult thing I have Ever done.
Though some of the time was traumatic, there is no loss without gain! I also feel blessed to have been given such a gift. At the time I went to my parents, I needed them as much as they needed me. Before, nothing I did was appreciated, acceptable, or complimented. But my parents couldn't have appreciated me more! What a loving difference!
I was in the process of understanding, healing, and forgiving my abusers. In doing so, I was able to show Dad what kind of person his father was and that has father was WRONG about him! With every brutal whip and kick, his father was striking out against himself, not Dad! The things he accused Dad of actually fit my grandfather, NOT my father. He was attacking himself, not Dad…. Though Dad had to suffer the blows. Dad was NOT the ugly one, like he believed. I was finally able to show him in such a way that he understood. I saw it in his eyes.
I also received disturbing and healing information about my brother’s past. For about 30 years, Dad had blamed himself for Bill’s death. I never knew that until I told him what I had learned. Something I will Never Forget is him looking into my eyes and saying, “So it wasn't my fault.”
Though it was the hardest thing I've ever done, it was also the most rewarding! My parents were the greatest people I've ever known. I saw immense healing, though it wasn't physical.
I cannot express how grateful I am for the opportunity to see such miracles… and to have known such strong, wonderful, loving people!
2007-07-09 07:49:21
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answer #4
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answered by Eudora 4
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The hardest thing that I have ever had to do in my life was to forgive my father who had sexually abused me throughout my entire childhood.
I tried to forgive him when he was alive. When he died, I went to the funeral expecting that now I could forgive him. For ten years I tried to forgive him but couldn't figure out how to.
One day, I wrote him a letter (even though he was dead). I told him in this letter how he had hurt me and what effect it had on my life (such as nightmares, phobias, anxiety, etc.). I told him in this letter how I could not move forward as long as I had this hanging over my head and in my heart.
My final few lines in the letter was "Now that I told you how bad it has hurt me, and what effect it has had on my life, I can finally tell you that it is time for me to move past this part of my life. I can not move on until I forgive you, and I want to move on. So in saying that, Dad, I forgive you."
I signed it simply with "your son"
I then sealed it into an envelope, attached it to a bunch of helium filled balloons and watched it float up into the sky. As that letter floated away, so did the weight I was carrying on my shoulders for so many years.
Letting go of the past and giving forgiveness was the hardest thing I have ever done in my life.
2007-07-09 06:59:31
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answer #5
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answered by AnAvidViewer 3
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In all my 15 years, I haven't done a single thing hard enough to comment on.
2007-07-09 07:10:08
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answered by Anonymous
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To not spend money on unnessary things and save money
2007-07-09 06:57:51
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answered by txcatwoman 5
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to give up something/someone that i really love
2007-07-09 07:19:27
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answer #8
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answered by in search of utopia 2
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