What was YOUR most abysmal blackest moment in your life?

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   gmwilliamsposted 10 years ago

   What was YOUR most abysmal blackest moment in your life?
   
   

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   Sri Tposted 10 years ago

   Not seeing the world as it really is. I grew up with a certain belief system that turned out to be completely false. It actually became a blessing in disguise because it sent me on a journey to discover the truth. I aggresively searched for the pearls of wisdom from everywhere. I expanded my consciousness beyond not only this country, but the entire world. Then I came back to the world. It is a totally different place now. In fact, a very amusing and entertaining place. I am laughing and enjoying things that use to make me angry or miserable for days. I can't even remember the last time I was angry. It's been over twenty years easily. Once I removed all the garbage that I was programmed with, I was able to see the truth. Freedom is priceless!

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      gmwilliamsposted 10 years agoin reply to this

      This answer is beyond awesome.  It is transcendental to the next level!

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   jonnycomelatelyposted 10 years ago

   Looking at that picture you have depicted here:   Spikes to gouge us; ugly, bland facial features; emptiness;  tied up and constrained in the area of courage; incomplete body; a sword that is lowered in defeat........ it all represents to us what we "aught" to regard a blackest abyss.
   Sri T has given the total opposite to that.
   My blackest moment was when my god-son was taken off this planet.  Yet I got over it!

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      gmwilliamsposted 10 years agoin reply to this

      So sad to hear of your loss.

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      jonnycomelatelyposted 10 years agoin reply to this

      Thanks GM.   It helped me to grow too.   My sister has also grown and mature from that loss.  I think the whole family did, each in our own special way.  Some "faith-wise," others like myself without a "faith," but an inherent acceptance of Now.

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   Conservative Ladyposted 10 years ago

   The moment I heard that my son was dead. I sank to the floor and for a brief moment questioned how God who loves us could put us through such torment. It took two years and a lot of praying to find my way back to the light. I will never be the same but I have an understanding that I would not have had without this lose. I know nothing can hurt me beyond repair now.

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      gmwilliamsposted 10 years agoin reply to this

      I am sorry for your deep loss.  My deepest sympathy for you and your family.   No parents should experience the death of their children.

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      mbwalzposted 10 years agoin reply to this

      I'm so sorry for that loss. That must have been a dark moment indeed. You are a strong lady to have come to where you are today!!

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   DDEposted 10 years ago

   My darkest moment in my life was when i left home I felt like a part of my heart was ripped apart, and didn't know how to cry. At that moment I didn't know what to hink or do but had to leave now I am fine

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   mbwalzposted 10 years ago

   My father feel very sick just two days after he signed a sales contract to sell his house. With no other family, I was obliged to be with him as much as possible in the hospital - which was close by - while also preparing his 200 year old home for the transfer. It was a huge old home with decades of belongings and junk and was located two hours away. I was also working, had a family, and a chronic disease that sometime debilitated me. This went on long enough that my children began resenting me being away and even my infinitely understanding husband pointed out that I needed to spend more time with the family. One day I imagined myself, not dead, but in the hospital so I could be taken care of. I told my husband to hide my pain meds and tell the kids I was sick and to just give me medicine at the appointed hours. I checked out completely for a day.
   
   Thank goodness it all worked out and my dad recovered after 5 months enough to live on his own for a year he enjoyed to the max before he passed away with me at his side at his new home. After his death, the disease I had got worse and was finally diagnosed. I will never completely recover and there's not cure. But given all of that, I guess I would not change a thing. Being there for my dad was a gift for both of us!

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   duffsmomposted 10 years ago

   The blackest and most life altering was my mom's death.  I was 15, staying at my aunt and uncle's while she was in the hospital.  The phone rang and my aunt told my mom was getting worse.  I stayed home from school and was in the den listening to some records I got for my birthday a few days before.  I was listening to Bus Stop by the Hollies and my aunt told me my mom died.
   
   It was the most abysmal because not only my mother died, but it was the culmination of my worst fear that I had been fighting for years. I was petrified of my mom dying every time she went to the store or shopping or was out of my sight.
   
   And then it happened.
   
   but here I am 47 years later when in fact I thought I would not survive the pain.  And the cool news is that I have the most wonderful family, and grandchildren...so things were eventually okay.

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