“It’s Been 4 Years And I Still Cry”: 40 Life Events You’ll Never Fully Grasp Until They’re Yours

I still miss my little kitty. I had to have her put down due to a tumor this July.

When my Akita died while the wife and kids were away, I was fine until I had to tell my wife over the phone. I bawled worse than any family funeral.

I've been to plenty of funerals in my time, including two where the deceased had died tragically young in an accident, and yet the loudest and most heartbroken crying I've ever heard in my life was over a dead dog.

I lost my mum which broke me than 8 weeks later my 16 little dog molly which for me was equally hard

Almost 6 months since I lost my soul mate pet. He was my world and loved me unconditionally. He taught me everything except how to live without him. My heart aches every day and I still cry often. It is the worst pain I have ever experienced. 💔

You can be a widow/widower, you can be an orphan. But (to my knowledge) there is no word for when you lose a child

I'm sorry , but this should be higher than losing a pet. Obviously losing a pet is soul destroying , but a child , come on.

Can't imagine ANYTHING worse

Childhood cancer survivor, cancer can suck my d**k

F**K CANCER!

I f*****g hate this. I especially hate how people use mental health conditions as punchlines for jokes. "This is triggering my PTSD" is a line I hear at work from people who do not have PTSD. I. F*****g. Do! I hate it so much! Every time I'm having a good day, some a*****e makes that joke and then I remember and it f***s me up. 50/50 I have stress dreams and nightmares that night, or an anxiety attack at work. F**k ALL Y'ALL and your stupid jokes!

To anyone out there who needs to hear this right now. You are important and you are valuable. You may not recognise it right now but I can assure you that as a fellow human I know you are valuable, you will see that in time. The whole ‘light at the end of the tunnel’ stuff ain’t always right, sometimes you don’t even get to understand there’s a tunnel, you are lost in an undefined ether that’s got no beginning or end, no up or down, it’s just a whole lost in space thing. I know, I was there too. But believe me when I say that you don’t need direction or some higher purpose for now, you are allowed to just be, to float, to realise that your brain can wait whilst you find the right meds or therapy or book or friend or random individual who holds your hand for a moment. Be more kind to yourself, take a deep breath and know that you can ‘just be’. Sending love and light to anyone who needs it. From a fellow traveler, we’ve got this.

My last bout was my worst. I set up a dummy email account for ordering what I needed after doing extensive (it’s scary how far down a hole the internet can take you) research into the best way to go. Wrote my letters. I was so happy because I was almost out of it. Then I looked at my daughter. And for her, I reached into every corner I had to scrape up the last. My therapist called it the “dark night of the soul”. Truer words have never been spoken.

Before I was dramatically extracted out of my Home with Spinal Bruising etc?... This happened at the height of the Pandemic and Lockdowns. I don't want to but I semi remember the hallucinations from barely any food because of the food shortages, hardly any sleep and in excruciating pain. I know I was in my own for around 10days at least in that state from the two FB posts I made. Finally someone called the police because of the posts, they broke my door down and got me to hospital via a specialist team. I thought I was on the psych ward, but I actually wasn't. I was in a hospital bed severely ill, malnourished with Spinal Bruising, other severe injuries and had also contracted Covid... But my mind during those days alone? My phone wasn't charged but I managed to get it off the floor from under my coffee table and charged enough to post the last FB post. Someone, Something helped me. My brain first turned against me but then helped me... I guess... And I'm Very Goddamn Lucky That It Did

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My dad abused children and animals. When he died, half the city turned out to pay their respects and I have to bite my tongue when someone tells me how wonderful he was. I didn't even bother to go to his funeral and if I ever see his gravestone, I'll spit on it.

I have heard this line so many times in my life. I absolutely lost all respect for both my parents by the age of 10 and never bothered offering it to them again. Worst people I know.

"But I raised you." You ruined me. F**k off.

Best yet is if the Mom and Dad are the ones expecting it and can't understand why you can't just get over what they did and forgive them, it's in the past after all...!

Of course not.

When you are in constant pain, that won't go away or even subside just a little bit, you will do anything to make it stop. Small wonder people in chronic pain take their own lives. Pain is supposed to be some sort of life saving mechanism, but it is complete and utter b******t when it turns against you.

Pain. It isn't the strength, it's the lack of brakes, as there never are any, that ultimately makes chronic pain into chronic pain plus depression. Whenever some sort of gymnastics don't work, you're offered some kidneycrushing OTC c**p, or accused of seeking a way to get high. Weird, if the latter is the case, ONE prescript, they'll give you anyway often. Find a good Doctor, if you have any chronic pain, and go there early. Don't wait until it takes its toll, because it isn't finished just because you started doing something about it. Don't repeat mistakes already made millions of times. If something helps you out of this, that is worth more than the approval of sobriety-priests. They don't even know what they're talking about.

I have depression, anxiety, chronic pain, fibromyalgie, carpo canal syndrome, artose on my hands and back, tried 4 times to kill myself and what I hear is everything is between your ears

I hatr living my life with these problems.....I have almost given up sooooooo many times. I'm now in a better place working with my psych on getting my meds right and counseling. It's getting better day by day just q long process

Telling people who are depressed to "cheer up," or "snap out of it" or "pull yourself together" won't suddenly cure them. Neither will reminding them that "there are people far worse off than you, you know." And they don't need to be asked, "What have YOU got to be depressed about?" Depression is a complex illness. It affects people in different ways and for different reasons

Even any two depressions aren't alike. There's no basic pattern the depression goes with.

I didn't even know I *was* depressed until a therapist told me. I just felt completely flat when I wasn't full of helpless anger.

This one makes me so mad. Suffered from depression all my life. As a kid I was constantly told "don't be" or even worse, made to feel like it was my fault for being depressed cause I wasn't getting enough exercise or eating right. I couldn't do those things BECAUSE I was f*****g depressed, but thank you for making everything so, so much worse...

I got my first depression in my fifties, as a symptom from my histamine intolerance. Suddenly an abstract idea / understanding became real. It was light, but I never forget sitting there in the evening and having absolutely no interest in living or dying. I could not care about anything. Thankfully, I am able to avoid such symptoms now.