I have lost everything that meant anything to me. How do you go on with life when you feel like you are in hell?
You go on with life after tragedy because tragedies give you something remarkable: They give you experience.Tragedies wreck you. They mash you up, flash-freeze the mash, then hammer you into shards. Yet, you still have a sense of identity while it happens because your mind needs to learn from it. You keep on going because you’re becoming better.It might not feel like much at the time, but going through tragedies are a big part of what makes someone into an awesome, capable, resourceful badass. No one becomes heroic without getting the crap kicked out of them by the world.It hurts like hell, and some of it, you never get over. Some things in life, well, the best answer you’ll ever get to “why did this happen to me?” is “I don’t know,” and that is what you live with.But take it from me, from my life experiences: when a disaster strikes, and others around you are panicking and you have a steady hand and a calm mind, you can pull them together and save their lives by being commanding and informed by your past tragedies.You get that from having a rough life and coming through the other side.That’s why you go on.Right now sucks, but the results of enduring the suckage is that you can come out the other side as amazing.
I lost something that means alot to me. Help.?
So backstory, this girl, helped me through a tough time in my personal life by writing this very detailed chart on a piece of notebook paper. This chart pretty much was a schedule on how to get through my hardships. I know it's not a 4k gold ring or diamond braided necklace but to me, it means alot more than just any old piece of paper. We would always talk about the chart and how the chart is the reason we are best friends today. Yesterday, I was going through my phone when i saw a picture of said girl, and immediately the chart came into my mind. I searched the entire house for it pulled open any old folders and tore apart my entire computer room and my bedroom. My mother told me that she had done a house cleaning and any scrap papers she found have been trashed. Now all this sadness and anger has come into my head and i cant stop thinking about her or the chart. What should I do? Should I tell her? Please, she and this chart mean alot to me.
What does it feel like to have lost something precious?
When I was born my daddy gave me a pink rabbit. I remember everything about it. It even had a pink bow around its neck. Three years later he passed away from cancer. I clung to that teddy because it was the only object I had left of him. Seven years later, age ten, I went to Summer Camp. Still regret it to this day for bringing it. It was the last day and I packed my bag, asking myself if I should pack it already or sleep one more night with it. I chose the latter, biggest mistake ever. I forgot it and when I came home my stepfather was like "where is the pink teddy?" Then he started laughing when I realised I lost it. (He was an abusive asshole, thank god he's out of my life now.) I had panic attacks weeks on end after that, couldn't sleep properly and always rememberd the words my mom uttered a few years prior; "Never lose it." Yes it was a drastic reaction, but that bunny meant everything to me. A few months later my roomate from camp wrote me an email. She was 14 at the time, hence the email writing. She wrote; "Hey. You forgot your teddy. I remember you telling me how much it means to you and packed it in with my stuff. I would love to send it back to you. Just pop in your adress and I'll send it back to you." (She lived states away so my mom and I couldn't pick it up.) I was beyond thrilled. Cried from joy and had a huge weight lifted from my chest. My mom immediatly responded. I waited. And I waited. And it never showed up. When it reached the month mark, I knew it would never come. (We even thought of just going to her, my mom didnt care how far away it was at that point, we just really wanted to get it. The girl never responded on our attempts to get her adress.) I became sad about it again and don't remember what I did after that. Now six years later, I still miss it like crazy. I forget about it 99% of the time, but today was that 1% where I remembered it again. I even cried writing this, but it defenitly made me feel better. I don't even know what triggered the memory. Anyway, I want to thank anybody who read this and for anybody who just lost an item that was precious to them, a big warm virtual hug from me :)
Do you feel like you were meant to do something BIG with your life?
God, that basically fits me perfectly. Your brain seems to work exactly the same as mine. I feel like this every waking moment of my life. For me, it's more personalized to music, but in general, I've always felt 'different'. I don't feel like I should be a '9-5, go to work every day, have kids, die' sort of person. I've always felt like I was meant for so much more. To change lives, to make people think, to make a difference, to do something amazing, but my life consistently falls short of anything even remotely close to that. I always feel like I'm waiting for something, and it doesn't quite ever reach that point. For years now, I've convinced myself that this feeling is merely a delusion of grandeur that will never be fulfilled, but it still lingers in the wake of every thought in my mind. It's a hard way to live life sometimes. I don't know if there's something I'M SUPPOSED to be doing to be this 'perfect' being I feel I should be, or if it's just supposed to come to me one day. I wonder constantly if I'm doing the right things to lead me in that direction. I wonder if I have a choice, or if it's going to happen whether I make the 'right' choices or not. It's nice to know I'm not alone in those thoughts. It's actually very comforting. I got a big smile on my face when I read that question. It hits closer to home than I could ever say. To answer your question simply, yes, I do...very much.
How do you tell someone that you lost something important to them?
Before you say anything to her, set up an appointment or get a gift certificate from a good photo studio so that they can have their pictures done again. Tell her you know how much that picture meant to her and that's why you feel terrible now. Offer her the photo session by saying, "I know this can't make up for the picture I lost, but I hope that it helps a little." Mistakes happen, it's what you do to rectify the mistake that matters. And better to do it sooner than later. Good luck.