What is the hardest thing you've had to do emotionally?

[Guest kuroinuyoukai]

What is the hardest thing you've had to do?

I think mine was when my dad was dying in the hospital. It was hard emotionally to stay in the room with him. He had a brain tumor and was highly medicated. the doctors said that he wouldn't know we were in there, buit i still felt awful when I had to leave the room.I didn't know he very well-but he was my dad and I was watching him slip away. He died two days later.

[B]to renayiq-I'm not telling anyone what you've shared with me. Don't worry.[/B] :catgirl:

[IceRose]

I'm sorry about your dad kuroinuyoukai. I know how hard it is to loose someone and see them leaving you behind, for me the hardest thing emotionally I had to go through was this past year, last November my godfather died and that brought memories on how my gradmother and my great uncle died in the same year and how my sort of uncle had died before, then my grandfather had internal bleeding in his brain, just a week after I found out about my godfather(thanks God he is alright now) and then after I thought all that had past a cousin died over Christmas and a friend died the same day too. I'm still healing but I thank God that my parents are still with me and I pray the ones I lost are watching over me.

[renayiiq]

Stand up and testify against someone. I won't reveal the details because I've been told that it's all my fault, and I refuse to hear it anymore. I've accepted that most of the blame is mine, and I don't need it to be shoved down my throat over and over again. That's why I started cutting, and eventually quit that only to start smoking. Enjoy guessing, because you'll never know. Only one person on here knows and I trust that they won't tell any of you.

[Pumpkin]

[quote name='kuroinuyoukai']I think mine was when my dad was dying in the hospital. It was hard emotionally to stay in the room with him. He had a brain tumor and was highly medicated. the doctors said that he wouldn't know we were in there, buit i still felt awful when I had to leave the room.I didn't know he very well-but he was my dad and I was watching him slip away. He died two days later.[/quote][SIZE=1]I'm sorry that you had to go through that, I'm sure it must have been tough to deal with. I think the most emotional thing that I've had to do was to listen when my mother's friend and sister told me that my brother in law had just died that night and he wasn't ever coming back. He died in a motorcylce accident this year just after having lunch with my dad. The funny thing is I had just talked to him the week before. This was the first death where I lost someone that I was close to and that affected my family so much. My sister now has to raise her 2 1/2 year old son all by herself at the age of 30. Life can be really unfair.[/SIZE]

[lumpy3922]

[QUOTE=kuroinuyoukai]What is the hardest thing you've had to do?

I think mine was when my dad was dying in the hospital. It was hard emotionally to stay in the room with him. He had a brain tumor and was highly medicated. the doctors said that he wouldn't know we were in there, buit i still felt awful when I had to leave the room.I didn't know he very well-but he was my dad and I was watching him slip away. He died two days later.

[B]to renayiq-I'm not telling anyone what you've shared with me. Don't worry.[/B] :catgirl:[/QUOTE]


I had two things at once. Number one was that I had to tell my best friend that I didn't want to go out with him. That their was another guy in my life. And then my mom was told she had a brain tumor. So I know how you feel. But my mom didn't die, she's a.o.k. And back to what she always does............YELL AT ME. But it was so harrible to hear that she was sick like that, we nere even thought it. Then the school went and made it worse by not excusing my absents. So my mom had to yell at them and fix it. (i was only out on her acount so she wanted it all cleared up).

[Gavin]

[SIZE=1]Interesting, most interesting.

I'm fortunate in the fact I've never had to make many emotional decisions, but the worst I've ever had to make haunted me for an awful long time, and still does make me feel glum even to this day. The decision was simple, and perhaps not entirely mine to make, but basically it involved me leaving the nursing home where my granduncle Anton was staying after he was diagnosed with terminal cancer for a day or two in order to get unpacked from holidays and get the house in order. Now I hadn't wanted to go abroad in the first place but that wasn't my decision to make.

Anyway I went home for the two days seeing as how I'd been exhausted from the trip home and hadn't any clean clothes to wear, I didn't want to leave in case Anton died while I was away because I felt I had a lot to talk to him about before he did. It can't have been more than a day or two after I got home when the news came that he'd died and the first thing I thought was how shite I felt not to have been there when he died, I wanted to be there for him. Now as bad as I felt my mother was just going for a coffee after sitting with him for six hours when he died so I know she feels much worse.

I just felt an overwhelming sense of grief that I hadn?t been there for him, the man hadn?t been expected to live a week after his diagnosis and yet he held out the two weeks we were on holiday and a further two weeks after that. I just thought that since he?d held out that long I owed it to him to be there at the end. So that?s was my most emotional decision, having to leave my dying granduncle for two days in order to get some clean clothes and get the house in order after a holiday, under the impression he?d still be alive when we got back. [/SIZE]

[Guest dir]

i am very lucky i have not had very meany people i now die.
it makes me sad to think about people i love dieing :animecry:

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[Japan]

[COLOR=DarkRed]Well, there are a few things. The first major thing I've dealt with would be moving back to the states after living in England for three years. I hate the states. I want to be back in Europe with all of the culture, art, food, traveling, and history!

During ages of 12-17 I've been in a depression. For two months of that I've been suicidal. With only one attempt. A failed attempt too otherwise I wouldn't be here.

This past summer I've dealt with my dog and cat dying within a week of eachother. That was harsh. I got a new dog in July so I feel better bout it now.

A few weeks ago, a friend got hit by a drunk driver and died.

I've also dealt with many things like guys telling me to die as well as girls calling me bad names and worthless.

Throughout my life I was teased a lot as well. People telling me I would never amount to anything as well as people saying I'm strange or weird. Sad really. Their loss.

Also, my father cusses a lot. My parents may get a divorce. Pity how these things keep happening to me.[/COLOR]

[Guest dir]

dad things allwas seem to happen good people don't they? :animedepr

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[renayiiq]

Ryli -- trust me, i know how it feels to have a lot of bad things happen. I dare not say everything that has happened to me, but I've had some stuff happen. Hell, I've had to go all through my life since I can remember knowing that I have a sister but never being able to talk to her or know her and having the hurt of not knowing why and then finding out that it was someone's fault that I always thought loved me, when they were just a horrible person.

[Guest Drunk_Cat_Lady]

I'm muslim, so our mourning processes last for 40 days. We can't watch any tv, play computer, listen to music. No fun, just stay at home, serve guests who come out of respect and cleaning. My grandma died recently, August 5th. A big shock to me, I still can't believe it. Well, I went to VA for vacation. That's where she lived by the way. And we just got back, then 2 days while we were back home we got the news. We left immediatly. Everyday we were there, all it was was mourning, we had to go visit her grave everyday. I've never been so depressed. I grew up so much in that time. We would be with my family, and the women and men were in different rooms. There was so much crying and drama, I thought I would go mad. It still hurts a lot when people talk about grandparents. I only have one left, and it's my grandma from my mum's side. Everytime I think about it I cry...

[Annie]

[font=tahoma]9 years old, my closest friend died [at 9 years of age] in a 3-wheeler accident. He was climbing a hill that was too steep and he fell off, the 3-wheeler fell on top of him. He was brain dead before they got him to the hospital. Being at that age, it was so hard for me to grasp the fact that I wouldn't be able to play outside with him ever again--yet, I understood that. Even though I was only 9, I understood, and now that I'm older, I wonder if that was what was so hard for me. To be 9, and fully understand the meaning of death. Losing Garrett is probably one of the most difficult things for me to get over. To this day, I'm still at a loss for him and I haven't recovered completely. I miss him terribly, and I never stop thinking of him.
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[Guest kuroinuyoukai]

Look you guys my situation is childs play compared to all of yours.I didn't really know my dad.It was just the point that I wouldn't get the chance to and well he WAS my father.

[B]I especially want to say this to Gavin[/B]-I went home to visit my mom and I found out my grandmother had stopped eating and had given up on life. She was a very sick woman and had outlived two husbands. Anyway I found out she was in a nursing home and my mom asked me if I wanted to go visit her. I wasn't emotionally ready to see someone else dying and I said "No, I'll go tomorrow morning. My mom went and visited. She came back and 30 miutes later my grandmother was dead. I went to the nursing home and kept apologizing to my grandmother who was smiling in death. So I know how you feel. I know you feel bad for leaving but you had no idea he was going to die while you were gone.

I hope this thread didn't make anybody really upset. If it did I apologize for it.

[sbrebaby]

The hardest thing ive ever had to do was go to the police when i was raped. I was the scaredest person in the world. The guy was some one i had dated and he beat me uncotious and you know what happened next. When he killed one of my friends and they asked me to testify i about died. I am very glad now though because he could be walking around doing the same things to other wemon. :(

I also witnessed a car wreck a little while ago. and the face of the dead woman was and still is hard to get over. :( :animedepr

[kenshinsbabe]

[SIZE=2][FONT=Georgia]The hardest thing I've had to deal with and still am is getting up the courage to drive. It scares me so much to get behind the wheel of a car. Not because I don't think I'll be good at it, but because my life has been changed quite a bit because I've had to deal with car wrecks.

The first was about a year and a half ago. In my hometown, Manteno, four boys were jumping a small hill in their car, like most teenagers in the town did at the time. They hit it at a strange angle and the car tipped in midair and landed on the roof. The two in the backseat got away scratched and bruised, but alright. The driver had spinal damage and the passenger, Mike Jornov, had brain trauma and fell into a coma. Three days later, they took him off of life support because, had he woken up (which was seriously doubtful), he would have been a vegetable because they had to take out parts of his swelling brain before he died from the pressure.

The second was much closer to home. My dad was driving back to his mom's house from a bar (at the time, my parents weren't living together). He was drunk and he hit the guardrail of a bridge, then was flung over to the other side and he fell into the shallow creek below. Had he laid there for a few more minutes than he did, he would have died. Some saint of a person called 911 and he was taken to the hospital. They had to put a metal rod in place of his left femur and various metal plates were put into his feet. Because of that, he has to walk very slowly to avoid putting much pressure on the metal rods and plates.

Wow, that actually is longer than I intended. But that is why I'm afraid to drive.[/FONT][/SIZE]

[Darla the Great]

I'm sorry to hear all these things that have happened to everyone. I feel for all of you.

I have two things, the first was telling my mum that my dad was having an affair. What happened was that my dad had just come out of hospital due to stress and I'd found text messages on his phone. I was only 12 and I had no idea what to do -- I could only keep it to myself for a week until I told my mum. After that my parents argued so much that they saw separate solicitors about divorce. Thankfully, they stayed together but it crops up once in a while. This happened almost exactly a year ago.

The second was when my Grandad died. He had nearly died a year before he actually died and this time he was constantly in and out of hospital between March and April. One time he was only home for a few hours when he had to go into hospital and stayed there for six solid weeks. He never came home as he died on 16th May 2005. He died of liver failure.

[Engel]

[color=darkslategray][size=1]Well, nothing nearly as tragic as everyone else, but here it is.

I think I was 3 when it started. I can't remember a whole lot, but I remember my mother used to treat me like shite. Beat me, called me stuff, etc. I still have scars and such from that. Emotional and physical. But the real thing is...

When she overdosed on meth. I knew at the age of 6 that she did drugs and I understood what drugs were. To a small degree. However, I didn't know that they could kill you if you took too much at one time, but I quickly discovered the mortality rate through a personal experience.

I'm not a religious person of any extreme degree, but I believe that God does deal punishment in this life, too.[/color][/size]

[Guest Heero yuy]

In middle school, I think the beginning of the second semester.
My Best friend and I were hanging at my Uncle's house together...
Sometime in December...I was suffering from heavy depression. And around that age, going through puberty, hormones were dropping and rising...and just shear, weakness and cowardly acts..
The hardest thing was taking a gun barrel out of my mouth...it was easy, putting it in...dramatic and just sickly with angry, hateful thoughts..it was too easy. But the opposite was hard, having my best friend talk me out of it. She made me realize, that my life is not bad at all, that I was taking things for granted and that was disrespectful to everyone I know. What hit me harder was the line she said, "This is a selfish act for attention, I know you wouldn't do this. Here you go, I love you."
I was so stupid back then...

we never told anyone, it's our secret...

[king_monkey]

Well I Was In Love With 2 Women And I Could Not Choose This Is The Story:

My Girl Friend For 4 Years Was Having Some Finacial Problems And I Was Out Of Work So She Dicided To Move Back With Her Mother In Her Home Town (she Wanted Me To Come There Eventually) And That Really Got Me Down For A While Even Though We Were Still Talkin And Still In Love.

I Went Out One Day And Met A Nother Woman At First It Was Nothing But One Day Things Got Real Sensual And I Cheated With The Other Girl We Had Grown Strong Feelings But I Still Was In Love With Out Of Town Lady And Im No Liar So I Told The New Gurl About Her And She Asked Why I Did Not Tell Her Sooner.

I Told Her I Wasn't Sure At The Time And I Was Really Starting To Like Her After That We Didn't See Each Other 4 A While And My Girl From Out Of Town Was Still Calling At This Time I Really Felt Bad So I Told Her When I Went To Visit Her She Cried And I Could Not Stand It But She Forgave Me And We Made Love.

Then I Found Out That The Other Gurl Still Had Feelings 4 Me As Well But She Had Moved On But We're Still Friends Today The Thing Is I Was Really Fallin Apart Between The 2 And Thats Was A Really Hard Desision To Make. :(

[Lady Asphyxia]

[font=Arial][size=2]When I was six, my father died.

But that isn't the hardest thing I've had to deal with: it's the fact that, eleven years on, there's still repurcussions of it -- particularly with my brother, who is two years younger than me, but was three when my dad died (a week before my brother's birthday). In fact, if I had to chose a particular event, it would be this year, and it would be two events with my brother, both of which are related. This first is the night that I found out my little brother was being bullied at school. I went into my bedroom and cried the rest of the night because I hated the fact that I couldn't do anything to help him and the fact that he thought I would be ashamed or hate him for it, and so he had Mum tell him. The second was when the counsellor at his new school called and told my Mum that my brother was depressed and suicidal. I was in the car with her when she answered her mobile, and I just saw the tears slowly start to slide down her face, but she thanked the man for telling her and approved his desire to get my brother to formal counselling. The next few days were a nightmare; my brother wasn't sleeping and they wanted to hospitalise him in order to get him stabilised and to make sure that he did nothing drastic, and I felt like my entire world was crumbling but I felt like I couldn't tell any of my friends.

It's better now; my brother has weekly appointments with a shrink, and he's on tablets now. It's still hard at times, but mostly I'm just amazed at my family's strength. It's one of the most inspiring things I've ever witness. *small smile*
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[Solo Tremaine]

[quote name='kuroinuyoukai']Look you guys my situation is childs play compared to all of yours.I didn't really know my dad.It was just the point that I wouldn't get the chance to and well he WAS my father.[/quote][color=#503f86]I wouldn't say that.

Emotions are relative to the experiences [i]you've[/i] had previously. So if you haven't experienced anything like that before, then it's obviously the hardest thing you've had to deal with. Regardless of whether someone else has been through something comparatively worse, what you face can still have exactly the same emotional effect even though from an outside point of view, it may be a 'lesser' problem. I mean, it's easy to tell if someone's being a drama queen about something insignificant, but when it comes to things like this is's a bit different.

I still get pangs of unhappiness when I see children breaking their favourite toys. I know it seems stupid, but if you think about the love and appreciation they can show their toys, the emotions they show could be compared to something more serious in later life. Thankfully, people tend to learn that material things can be replaced far more easily than anything else, so it doesn't serve as a lifetime's worth of trauma, heh.

I suppose I've been pretty lucky so far. The only people I've known die are old relatives who I was never that close to; I know they affected my parents, though.

I was really upset when my dog Cirrus died. He was six, and I was in my last year of primary school. He was a big dog, and the problem with big dogs is that they tend to develop problems later in life. He'd always 'talk' to you whenever you came through the door; I loved that, and that's what I knew I'd miss most about him.

There've been other things, but I don't really want to go into them, and I'm sure people won't want to read them. There's only so much you can take in when it comes to threads like these.[/color]