what was the saddest moment in your life

[Rolando]

I considered (and planned) suicide many times, due to a certain painful loss, or my first marriage ending, or just general depression, but I was always finding a reason or excuse to avoid it.

My mother's death was most definitely the worst, saddest moment of my life (I am tearing up as I type this), but it never considered taking my life; losing my mom helped me appreciate the life I have more than ever.

[lost in space]

When I was 11, I had just had my third surgery to correct deformities in my legs caused by a bone condition that made them grow crooked. I was looking forward to having normal legs again, having been able to run a bit until then. I had casts on, up to both knees, and they looked straight for the first time I could remember at the time. When I told my mom I was going to have normal legs, she had to tell me they never would be. My legs are more fragile and weak now, and I haven't run since. I've gotten over that reality, but it's more painful to me know to think of how my mother must have felt telling me that news. I wish I'd talked to her about that before she died.

I believe the tough times we live through can make us stronger.

[vision63]

Oh my goodness. I was scared to click on this thread. I feel deeply, sympathy for anyone here suffering the major stresses, strains and difficulties of life. From losing loved ones to the suffering of debilitating illness to just trying to get through the day. I can feel what everyone is going through and my heart is aware and open to my fellow forum mates. I pray for peace, coping, health and happiness for all of us and all of our peeps, pets and homes. It's amazing what some of us have had to endure.

[GeneL]

However sad we may be, one morning we get up and if we're still alive, we see how beautiful the world is.

As depressed as I get some times, when I see little kids totally enjoying life, it lifts my spirits. They don't walk, they bounce and I have to smile at their energy.

Don't you?

[Dennis S]

In 2003, my sister, then 40, was killed in a car wreck a week before Christmas. Her 10-year-old boy was with her, but lived. I was babysitting her daughter who had just turned 2 because we both had a awful flu. I was holding the baby trying to get her to stop crying for her momma when we got the news.

[vision63]

Dennis S wrote:
In 2003, my sister, then 40, was killed in a car wreck a week before Christmas. Her 10-year-old boy was with her, but lived. I was babysitting her daughter who had just turned 2 because we both had a awful flu. I was holding the baby trying to get her to stop crying for her momma when we got the news.

omg. I can't even imagine.