Has something ever happened to you?

Question

Has something ever happened to you to where you felt so utterly hopeless and yet at the same time you felt like there has to be something you can do to change it.

Answer 1

The person I am in love with got married to someone else.

I am dealing with it somewhat better now, but when I first found out I got physically sick to the point of vomiting. It took quite a few pints of alcohol over the course of the year to deal with that one.

Because of my beliefs about God, and my beliefs on just being a good person, she is off limits to me now. I try to avoid her now, but there were times when my thoughts would get away from me and I thought I would just try to be with her anyway. It would take a lot of efforts at self-control to force that thought back down and to accept what had happened.

Answer 2

one time my neighbors little girl brought me a tiny kitten, it was sick and throwing up. I could tell the kitten was throwing up antifreeze and was going to die. I tried to force water down it's throat but there was nothing i could do. The little girl was only 6 and i had to tell her the kitten was really sick and she needed to go get her mom so i could tell her mom what was going on. bye the time the mother got there the kitten had gone into convulsions and the little girl witnessed this little 6 week old kitten flopping around til it finally died.

The look on that lil girls face still haunts me. I wish i had taken the kitten and hid it or killed it before she saw that. it was horrible. if you ever see a cat poisoned it will break your heart.

Answer 3

Yes, addiction made me feel that way, and suicidal. I was completely self destructive. I had been in the new age movement for 13 years and none of that philosophy was helping me at all. I turned it all over to God and Christ and went to rehab. My life has been transformed and the path I am now on is amazing and such an adventure! My faith has continued to grow and as it does He keeps giving me more and more peace, joy, happiness, and has even healed me of a physical disorder, depression, anxiety, and fear. he is sooo good! All I had to do was ask and believe.

God bless and keep your chin up, there can always be a light at the end of the tunnel.

Answer 4

For three years I had crippling neuropathy--stabbing pain (like knives, I kid you not) and numbness in my hands and feet. I could barely walk, barely write, and couldn't do any of the things I enjoy (like dancing, cooking, knitting...) Even my ears hurt, and I couldn't listen to music or hold a normal conversation easily. All this time, a dozen top-notch specialists at one of the best teaching hospitals in the country couldn't find anything wrong with me, and politely suggested, in different ways, that it was "psychogenic" and I should see a psychiatrist. I was in so much pain I knew I couldn't stand much more, and I knew it was getting worse. I wanted to die. But I *knew* those doctors were wrong, and I couldn't give up on the feeling that there must be a logical explanation for my misery, even though I hadn't found it yet. As one very dear friend kept saying to me, "Don't give up the day before the miracle!"

Eventually it occurred to someone (*not* one of my doctors!) to ask if I'd been tested for heavy-metal poisoning. I hadn't been. It was a simple non-invasive test, and an obvious "rule out" for neuropathy, yet it was one which all those hotshot specialists had missed. It proved to be the cause of all my problems.
After eliminating the source of the toxic stuff, I slowly began to get better. It would be nice to say I've had a complete recovery. Unfortunately, I went undiagnosed for so long that my recovery was only partial. But it is enough! I have a life again. Now I walk two miles a day, in good weather. I can do almost anything I could do before, although maybe not quite pain-free, and not for as long.

However, there's a kind of up-side to all of it--the experience has left me a much more spiritual person, with deeper faith, more trust that G-d has a plan for me. I've learned to be more grateful for the small things I used to take for granted and I'm less likely to fret over small troubles. Yes, I hurt more, and I'm slower, but y'know? That will come to all of us who grow old, eventually. Growing old is mandatory, but growing up isn't.

So, please allow me to pass on to you my friend's wise thought:
Don't give up the day before the miracle.