My friends and family!! When ever I feel sad I call my sister or go to her house so I can see my nieces and nephew. People thought it would be hard for me to see them, but they are so full of love and laughter that they make se so happy;.
Absolutely my faith. But I think everyone on here pretty much knows that about me now. My faith is what gets me through the rough times and what gives me hope.
You are welcome to read my blog (link in siggy) to see how I have dealt with the low times and with the high times. I pray that you are able to find peace and comfort.
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I know how blessed I am to have one child to spend my time with while dealing with loss but it doesn't always cut it either. I have chronic depression and, when I'm at my lowest points, I literally have to conciously look at anything good around me just to keep myself from hitting rock bottom. I say go get your favorite dessert or drink. At least it's 10 minutes of goodness.
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I'm really not religious. I totally respect everyone that is, but I just have had very bad experiences with religion and my family throughout my life (my parents are two different faiths).
I'm really not religious. I totally respect everyone that is, but I just have had very bad experiences with religion and my family throughout my life (my parents are two different faiths).
I'm not religious either, so that wouldn't be a coping mechanism for me.
On a good day, I would reassure you that the meaning of life is getting to experience our time on earth...falling in love, marriage, buying a house and having the american dream.
On a bad day/sad day, I don't know what I'd say. There's hope that tomorrow will be better and that something will make you smile, you know?
I used to work for MDA (Muscular Dystrophy Assoc) and ALS (Lou Gehrig's Disease) was a diagnosis that we helped people get services for. ALS is terminal and debilitating, usually about 2-5 years after diagnosis people pass on. The point of this sad story is that there was the most amazing man that I spoke to prior to losing his voice and he told me that prior to his diagnosis, he was a high-powered corporate exec. Now, he finds the simple joys in life...which for him were being on his porch in the morning, in his motorized wheelchair, having coffee given to him and just listening to the birds chirping with glee. I always think of him when I hear birds and think of him with a smile. Something so simple was his joy for the day...so I know you and I and everyone else on here has some outlet that will give us this sense of peace. I have to believe that it will come...one day.
Re: What's the meaning of life?
I am so sorry for your losses. I know it is so hard to have a late loss.
To answer your question, I find it in my Christian faith. Would love to talk to you more about that if you are interested.
Absolutely my faith. But I think everyone on here pretty much knows that about me now. My faith is what gets me through the rough times and what gives me hope.
You are welcome to read my blog (link in siggy) to see how I have dealt with the low times and with the high times. I pray that you are able to find peace and comfort.
At this moment? Cheesecake. (I'm eating a slice)
I know how blessed I am to have one child to spend my time with while dealing with loss but it doesn't always cut it either. I have chronic depression and, when I'm at my lowest points, I literally have to conciously look at anything good around me just to keep myself from hitting rock bottom. I say go get your favorite dessert or drink. At least it's 10 minutes of goodness.
I'm really not religious. I totally respect everyone that is, but I just have had very bad experiences with religion and my family throughout my life (my parents are two different faiths).
I'm not religious either, so that wouldn't be a coping mechanism for me.
On a good day, I would reassure you that the meaning of life is getting to experience our time on earth...falling in love, marriage, buying a house and having the american dream.
On a bad day/sad day, I don't know what I'd say. There's hope that tomorrow will be better and that something will make you smile, you know?
I used to work for MDA (Muscular Dystrophy Assoc) and ALS (Lou Gehrig's Disease) was a diagnosis that we helped people get services for. ALS is terminal and debilitating, usually about 2-5 years after diagnosis people pass on. The point of this sad story is that there was the most amazing man that I spoke to prior to losing his voice and he told me that prior to his diagnosis, he was a high-powered corporate exec. Now, he finds the simple joys in life...which for him were being on his porch in the morning, in his motorized wheelchair, having coffee given to him and just listening to the birds chirping with glee. I always think of him when I hear birds and think of him with a smile. Something so simple was his joy for the day...so I know you and I and everyone else on here has some outlet that will give us this sense of peace. I have to believe that it will come...one day.
Hang in there.