To ask what the worst experience of your life Is??

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Having a fucking awful time right now- just one thing after another. Please someone help me put things in perspective

Getting through two DV relationships, coming out the other side and then unfortunately due to all the years of trauma having an awful crash with little to no support and attempting suicide and losing my children because of it.

Watching my mum die earlier this year, my whole world collapsed but I'm steadily rebuilding my life and I'm kicking grief in the arse. As far as I'm concerned the worst thing that could've happened to me has happened so now everything else is incidental.

You aren't alone in whatever you're going through, everything changes at some point. You're probably doing far better than you think just remember to show yourself some kindness

DS having anaphylactic shock after eating some peanut butter.

Losing my mum on Christmas Eve to a massive heart attack (she was only 64). She arrived at my house carrying a big bag of presents for my daughter's 1st Christmas and collapsed on my doorstep.
The big hole that she left in our family and the ongoing grief for her 17 years on; that she never met her youngest grandchild (my youngest DD) and that my two daughters have grown up without any grandparents and not knowing her, breaks my heart.
Every Christmas Eve we light a candle for her in the evening until we go to bed, my way of remembering her with my children.

My worst experience merged into about a week in 1982. I gave birth to a beautiful baby girl, but she died two days later as she was too premature to survive. In the same week my brother committed suicide, I loved him so much. Certain songs bring back that awful week, and always makes me cry as though it was yesterday.

Being shown into a side room at the children's hospital to wait for the consultant to tell us that our baby had cancer. I can remember every detail of that room.

Take your pick.

DD nearly dying in an horrific accident.

Selling everything I owned and using the money to decorate and do up a house which then DP had bought and we were moving into together, only for him to tell me four weeks after I moved in he wanted me out, as he’d met someone else and she was moving in that weekend.

Another DP announcing he was trans and going to Thailand for the operation. I begged him not to, but he went ahead anyway. He realused he’d made a terrible mistake the instant he woke from the operation, the horror and fear in his eyes when he came home, begging me to help him, will live with me forever.

teaching, when it all starts spiralling down and you have constant abuse from students, parents and managers all day every day, all demanding the totally impossible, and all denigrating the huge efforts and minor miracles you are performing every day.

Kissing my sister goodbye in the chapel of rest.

These stories are heartbreaking. My heart goes out to you all.
Mine was when my much loved aunt died suddenly of a heart attack aged 47. It was awful to lose her but what gets me most is seeing the pain and grief that my grandparents, her children and my Dad have gone through in the five years since it happened. Our family isn't the same. It's also made me even more scared of losing my parents - if the pain of losing my aunt was so bad how the hell will I get through losing my Mum and Dad? Horrible thought, makes me feel so sick.

Nursing my mum through pancreatic cancer, watching her hold on for the final days, unconscious but still in pain and then her death at only 67. It was five months from diagnosis to death and it only happened six weeks ago. I have had a lot of shit happen to me but am really struggling to get over this. to all of you

I was raped when I was a young teenager and my rapist still walks around my hometown like he owns it. None of my "friends" really believed me and the police said it's my word against his. Also made out like it was somehow my fault.
Then last year my son almost died of pneumonia and sepsis which I believe is far worse. He developed an empyema and had to have surgery. My MILs behavior during this time was disgusting and after past experience I don't think I can ever forgive it. Seeing him battling through that will never leave me or my DH. Especially after the hospital had already sent him home with a "viral illness" (and the GP said the same because the hospital had said that). Two intensive care doctors saved my son's life in a resuss room. They had to drill into his shin bone to put in a cannular because all his veins had collapsed (my one year old baby didn't even whimper when they did it). A fantastic surgeon and consultant helped him beat his illness. All the nurses and HCAs that looked after him couldn't have done enough. They were wonderful and luckily he made it through it all. Being on a children's heart unit at Christmas changed my life. I actually feel like I know what's important now.

Getting the phone call from my dad that said, "your mother's had a stroke."

Driving 200 miles up the motorway in the snow at 2am to see her.

Realising that she didn't have the first clue what was going on and she wasn't responding to any of the nurse's tests.

A doctor who didn't speak much English misunderstanding us and basically assuring us she would be fine - then having that corrected to "she's going to die any day now" by a different doctor 2 long days later.

Watching her in a coma for a week.

Watching her die.

Watching my dad have to give the eulogy at the funeral.

Going through her wardrobes and finding sacks of wrapped and unwrapped Christmas presents that she'd chosen for everyone.

Realising afresh regularly, even now, that she'll never know my children and they will never know her, and what I have missed in terms of her love, wisdom and humour every single day.

It's fucking shit, but I must admit OP - it still doesn't put that much in perspective for me, as I still get wound up or upset when I have a hard time! Hope you're ok.

My heart goes out of everyone here.

Mine was being told that my 4 day old daughter would not survive the night (NEC) and sitting by her cot in NICU watching her fight for breath. Amazingly she continued to fight and after 9 hellish weeks she came home. She is now 7 years old and the light of my life.

Also currently my darling father has dementia and post-stroke depression and is in a very dark place. He is being cared for in a MH facility and it breaks my heart. The guilt that comes with having a parent in care is something i was not prepared for and it is eating me up.

My mum dying of cancer and me developing blood clots across my brain within weeks of each other 3 years ago. Horrendous. Horrible.
But ‘this too shall pass ‘ and it did. I’ve come out of it stronger, nicer and am about to start a new career (going nursing).
What doesn’t kill you makes you stronger. Hopefully.

Infertility.

My MIL had cancer but she unexpectedly started to deteriorate, and was taken to hospital. She lived at the other end of the country, and I was in labour. After our DS was born my DH had to leave us and go alone to say goodbye to her. I felt frightened and alone after giving birth, and absolutely heartbroken. She died three days after DS arrived.

Going through a termination that I deeply regret. Up until now I have never suffered grief or loss but this is so painful that sometimes I can barely breathe. The guilt will last a lifetime. A part of me died that day.

Please, please, please forgive yourself x

My story’s the same as StillMedusa, realising that there was something not quite right and after a friend said the nursery where her daughter had started to go to mentioned that it would be a good idea to get her tested for autism, I remember wondering what that was so one night I got up while my Dh was on shifts and typed the word autism and the symptoms and every box my son ticked, the feeling of utter sadness and despair was overwhelming.

Long story short, he was diagnosed with autism and severe learning difficulties and is non verbal and I remember thinking I’m not a good enough parent to help him and he would be better with someone else and even thought about adoption and suicide at my lowest point.

He’s now nearly 18 years old and a gentle sweet young man, and if I could of seen into the future it would of helped me, don’t get me wrong it’s not always easy but you learn to adapt and not have too many expectations and take every day as it comes.

10th February 2017, my oncologist told me my cancer was back, and all treatment would be palliative.
Getting to this Christmas is a miracle, but I know it will be my last.

Holding my daughter as a nurse turned the life support off and waiting till she took her last breath

When my best friend who had been struggling with various coping mechanisms (self harm, bullimia,) finally said to me "I was raped" followed by "I was about 6 when it started". When I got home that night and tried to tell my husband what was wrong - I moved my mouth and the words wouldn't come out. All I could do was cry and I slide down the wall to the floor.

Fucking hell pizza - so so sorry to read that.

I was told my unborn baby had died on my wedding day. I left the hospital and went straight the registry office (after cancelling all guests bar the witnesses) in our jeans. Everyone was crying the whole service, including the registrar, it was awful. I wish I just cancelled the whole thing.

My husband's sister was found dead in 2015 because of an argument and lies she told there was an investigation into her her death my husband was arrested there was a court case ten months later it was an awful time we found out at the court case her death was caused by septicaemia but nobody could be bothered telling us this beforehand .