To ask for your 'It could be worse' stories?

[Wonderbug81]

What's the worst thing you went through (and got through)?

I want to keep things in perspective during a challenging time.

Came home from a parent teacher evening to find my DH dead on the floor (heart attack). Kids were 4 and 6. Worst time of my life.

Three bereavements in one week - you have no choice but to plough on through.

I found my mum unexpectedly dead🤷‍♀️

I got diagnosed with MS but I genuinely did think at the time, “it could be worse, I could be dying”.

Police turned up at my door to tell me my son was dead.

My daughter died totally unexpectedly 7 months ago aged 24.

Our lives are decimated. I would never have believed I could have survived the loss of her. Yet I still wake up each day.

Oh I’m so sorry for those who have been bereaved of much loved ones. I hope this helps op and gives you the strength you need to get through whatever is happening.

I found out 2 days after my lovely mum died that my husband was terminally ill- he died 4 months later. I feel sad that I didn't really grieve properly for my mum.

I was made redundant one day and my MIL died the next. I kept going because I thought I ought to. Until I couldn't and I stopped. I needed to and then I had the strength to pick myself up and get on with life. I'm now in a job I love and my MIL is at rest. One day over is one day closer to things getting better. Take what you need 💐🍫🍷

Thank you for being so kind and sharing your stories. I'm so sorry for all the loss and hurt you've been through.

I've found my people.

My brother was killed in the worst way, then my father died a long protracted death which involved me flying to another country to say goodbye to him five times before he rallied for a few months again, then when he died one of my lovely brother-in-laws died unexpectedly two weeks later.

Most of the men in my family (which is dominated by women) wiped out, apart from DP and my other BIL, both of whom drink like fishes and have stressful high powered jobs so my DSis and I don't have much hope tbh.

Honestly after all that, particularly dealing with my brother's death, nothing much phases me - so whatever it is, get it into bloody perspective.

So sorry for your loss.

I really love the quote 'One day over is one day closer to things getting better', thank you.

My husband took his own life in our kitchen.

One of my children was born and needed immediate medical help, I went into hospital in August and didn’t leave until
October. He was in the NICU for over 6 weeks and there were a few hairy moments with him along the way (multiple
surgeries, meningitis scare). And we were the lucky ones, quite a few times I saw a shell shocked couple gathered around a crib just having had a baby, then in the evening a curtain, then after that never saw them again. Absolutely devastating.

The experience changed me forever, perhaps not totally for the better but it certainly puts other stuff into perspective.

Sorry for all your losses. It’s unimaginable how you’d cope. 💐

Medics (including 2 senior psychiatrists & a clinical psychologist I saw privately for 5 years) missed that I had OCD. Ended up seriously suidical, diagnosed with treatment resistant depression & prescribed high quantities of meds, which in turn caused other health issues. I still have OCD & the other health issues, but no longer suicidal. The day I was correctly diagnosed was the day things started to improve.

My sister died in an rtc, that one phone call changed my perspective on everything. I lived in a state of shock for 6 months. She was barely 20 at the time. That same week I tested positive for my second although planned the mix of emotions was incredibly hard. It still is 13 years on.

I had a horrible head injury (mild TBI) and post concussion syndrome a decade ago, and was injured permanently by an off label antipsychotic prescribed for severe insomnia and anxiety after the head injury.

The post concussion syndrome was probably the worst time of my life, and the physical and mental symptoms were so all-emcompassing and severe that I didn't sleep at all for nearly a week, and had a breakdown.

My GP then polydrugged me with horrendous psychotropic drugs, including a potent first generation typical antipsychotic called Pericyazine. I had an awful adverse reaction to it, and it gave me a permanent neurological involuntary movement disorder called tardive dyskinesia that is a bit like Tourette's and Parkinson's disease combined 💔

Norhing in my life has come remotely close to being so awful, especially during the post concussion syndrome time when my brain felt very slow and like there was a block of concrete in it, or when almost my whole body was having involuntary movements, even off the drugs. The worst symptom of my movement disorder so far has been the weird writhing movements of my tongue, when it twists from side to side on its own.

Yep. It's not fun being me at times 😕

I went into hospital 2 and a half years ago because I had no movement. I was 30 weeks pregnant with my identical twin boys. They were due to be born in 6 weeks as identicals are high risk.

However a scan revealed my first twin had died. I was rushed into a cat 1 emergancy csrction as my second boy was fading. They were born, my living twin was resusitated and rushed away into the NICU. We were told he was critical but I couldnt see him yet as I was still numb from the epidural. He survived the night and we went back and forth to the Nicu while mourning our other twin who had died. Unfirtunately, on day three he suffered a pulmonary haemorage which led to a grade 4 brain bleed.

We met with the nicu team and after a hard and long talk we decided hospice was the best option for our beautiful boy. His birth and recent episode meant he would suffer terribly and likely pass in the next few days by another episode. We stopped treatment that night and ventilation and he passed away in mine and his dad's arms with his brother beside us. We walked out of the hospital with empty arms.

That was 2 and a half years ago.

I had my first baby when I was 21 and I gave birth on mothers day. He died 2 hours after he was born.

I'm 34 now and my jaw amd face still hurt everytime I think about him. I had 2 more dc after him and my youngest was his double as a newborn. So much so that my brain couldn't compute it and I kept accidently calling my youngest by my eldests name

I'll never forget how small his coffin was

It's given me an awful awful fear of losing my children. I see danger and possibilities of death everywhere

My sister died of breast cancer in her 30’s then my DH was diagnosed with pancreatic cancer and died two days after my Dad also died while my daughter was seriously ill with a life threatening disease aged 13. She survived.

Last year, I lost four loved ones, my job (the day I got back from a funeral I planned, lovely people) and my partner. Had an operation. Didn’t think I’d survive it all. But I’m here and thriving but changed.

Getting diagnosed with a cardiac tumour needing emergency open heart surgery to remove in the middle of the first lockdown. My other organs were starting to fail due to the blockage of blood flow.

No-one was allowed to visit, there was a chance I wouldn't survive the surgery, and I had to tell my family over WhatsApp.

My wife was diagnosed with an inoperable termibal cancer that resisted all attempts at at least prolonging her life.

I only got through this because there were 2 very young daughters that needed their fathe.

They will never know how much their just existing helped me through my grief.

My daughter being kidnapped when she was a toddler.