This year.
--futilely struggling to make a dead relationship work.
--business is in dire straights.
--other business needs to be completed with soon to be ex before I can advertise, etc. to make it successful.
--stress is killing me
--turned down for disability..even though can barely work.
--life just sucks right now........

Actually the last few years have been my worst. Hope things will get better. The stress hubby feels isn't good for he bedroom. He's trying to fix it and reconnect and put the stress in its place so that's a good thing. That's why I'm on here trying to help him out with great outfits and toys!

2009 - when we had a semi-kick out at one house followed by a full-on eviction from an apartment (due to ex-husband), had to put my life in storage in another state (that I still can't get to), had developed a cough that has stayed with me since (cellular encapsulation of a large foreign particle in my lung), the worst stress ever at my job, I was thoroughly sick of my ex-husband, and I almost jumped off a fucking bridge. Oh, and the car caught fire while moving back cross country after I spent a week in a crisis center.

The only highlight of that year was telling my ex-husband our marriage was over. Yes, that was the highlight.

14-16. I had an eating disorder and mild depression that almost killed me. That, along with pretty bad anxiety.

2005. In chronological order:

I lost my job. I had worked there for 5 years.

My father passed away two days before my 25th birthday. When he was diagnosed with lung cancer 3 months prior, he was told he probably had 3 - 5 years to live.

My boyfriend (who is now my husband) lost his job.

Between the lost jobs and the time my mother took off work to care for my father, my boyfriend and I realized we needed to move back in with my mother to help all three of us make ends meet.

My mother passed away suddenly and unexpectedly a week after her birthday. Four months to the day after my father passed away. She hadn't been sick. She and I had been re-painting my bedroom the night before, getting ready for us to move back into it.

The rest of the year grieving, and moving, and getting settled into a new job, and figuring out where to go next.
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Big hugs to everyone here that's been through nastiness in the past few years.

Literally all my teen years. I was lonely and my parents seemed to be trying to make my life as miserable as possible.

Age 11-13 was hell. Just hell. I got so sick of life that I felt like I had to believe in things that in all honesty I knew weren't real just to keep going.