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by BobSaccamano-is-back on January 10th, 2007

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What is the hardest life struggle you have overcome?

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  • by Gibbers on January 12th, 2007

    Gibbers

    death of my daughter.
    alcoholism.

    but there is no joy in a life without loss.
    it's the struggle that makes us who we are.

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  • by bigkado69 on January 12th, 2007

    bigkado69

    going thru every winter on a layoff with no money.

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  • by Trident on January 12th, 2012

    Trident

    Depression.

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  • by Nightkeeper on January 12th, 2012

    Nightkeeper

    Poor self esteem. When I was in my teens, I had zero confidence. I was always apologizing to everyone, expecting people to dislike me and really refusing to try to get to know any girls because I was sure that they wouldn't want to know me.

    It took about two years of forcing myself to talk to people, go on dates, etc. before I was able to finally get over it. I don't know what caused it, but now, I have gigantic self esteem. Some may even call it arrogance lol.

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  • by RFlagg on January 10th, 2007

    RFlagg

    The presence of the Atlantic Ocean, I have'nt quite overcome it *yet*, but ask me in another year and I'm sure I will have.

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  • by Anonymous on January 10th, 2007

    Anonymous

    The deaths of my parents I would have to say.

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  • by Arctico-The-Wolf Supports Leonard Peltier on January 12th, 2012

    Arctico-The-Wolf Supports Leonard Peltier

    Drug addiction...never struggled more in my life than to get the "Angel of Death" off of my back.

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  • by surfbiker on January 12th, 2012

    surfbiker

    Hola Dudett!!! yes, when I was younger and my friends were going out, if I couldn't go, the feeling of missing out would most totally kill me, I learned to relax a bit.

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  • by Penny The Wise on March 6th, 2007

    Penny The Wise

    My money issues. I really had to realise that I shouldn't be spending all my money once I get it, and that I should be penny pinching right now. I can't celebrate my "success" (with my financial issues) if I continually celebrate my success! (duh!) So now I am not spending my money as I would like, I am saving my money, so I can go to school, so I have money to spend later!

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  • by theallknowing on January 19th, 2007

    theallknowing

    i wouldn't even consider anything in my life a struggle compared to the people i know who have alcoholics as dads and have a messed up family. my hardest struggles are having people like that in my life. watching them everyday, seeing their sadness, wishing i could do something for them. but its out of my reach.

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  • by IEATGLUE on January 16th, 2007

    IEATGLUE

    being diagnosed with a life changing disease, losing my father,friend,aunt,dog and both grandparent in a 4 year span...

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  • by Valparaiso on January 16th, 2007

    Valparaiso

    None of my life struggles have been very hard for me.

    Perhaps its been dealing with the social stigma of going to college when I grew up in a blue collar neighborhood and my parents have very blue collar friends and then Going to a private school with people who's parents tended to be wealthy. And then back again. . .

    Or perhaps its been dealing with the loss of several friends due to car accidents and having a very close friend come close to dying and have perminate brain damage.

    Or forgiving my own past.

    My life has not really been that hard though.

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  • by benjamin123 on January 12th, 2007

    benjamin123

    Having my father leave me out to dry after my junior year of college and stick me with 40k worth of debt.

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  • by Michellek518 on January 12th, 2007

    Michellek518

    Losing a brother-in-law, baby cousin, uncle, grandmother, and friend all in 2 years...

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  • by MattyMcFatty on January 12th, 2007

    MattyMcFatty

    Watching one of my good friends die right in front of me that i could have prevented if i was thier sooner! :(

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  • by Neodarwinian49 on January 12th, 2012

    Neodarwinian49

    Yes. Drugs.

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  • by pedal junky on January 12th, 2012

    pedal junky

    Claustrophobia. I had to get over it. I work in lots of tight places so it was making work very difficult. I just kept forcing myself to go into these places and now I'm rather comfortable in them.

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  • by anonymous on January 12th, 2012

    anonymous

    The loss of my sister at way too early of an age, to a disease that was way too cruel. Now perspective is helping me understand how some good may come of it.

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  • by Cruiser on January 12th, 2012

    Cruiser

    Eating raw fish. Now I love sushi!

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  • by Mushen on January 12th, 2012

    Mushen

    Postnatal despression after having my son. It went on for bloody years & why I didn't go and get some help for it, I will never know, but I didn't.

    The combination of having a baby & giving up my career hit me hard & was totally unexpected; I had never suffered from any form of depression before. It took 5 years for me to get back to normal, it was the biggest struggle of my life. Thank god it's over.

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  • by goodgirl4now on January 12th, 2012

    goodgirl4now

    I have struggled for many years to overcome food allergies. Today I am able to eat tomatoes and bananas. Peanuts and eggs are my lifetime enemies.

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  • by Jill Valentine on January 12th, 2012

    Jill Valentine

    Self harm

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  • by Nancy B has screwed things up again... on January 12th, 2012

    Nancy B has screwed things up again...

    Yep...right now. And I'm not doing a very good job at it...

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  • by iggypuck on January 12th, 2012

    iggypuck

    I spent the early part of my adulthood trying to change myself and the latter part trying to regain what I lost.

    Just getting to know myself proved far more valuable than change.

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  • by Legend In Your Own Mind on November 7th, 2009

    Legend In Your Own Mind

    Life itself which has no real point. We're put here without our consent then forced to remain alive if we become suicidal. Yet if we commit some horrific crime and kill several people society is ever so happy to stick a needle in our arms and let us expire quietly and peacefully.
    And I'm mentally ill? I think not..

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  • by Aimee on January 29th, 2007

    Aimee

    y should i tell strangers about my personal life? no offence but seriously...

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  • by shellnet on January 24th, 2007

    shellnet

    Leaving someone after 6 years and still keeping the house we bought togther.

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  • by Inspector Javert on January 21st, 2007

    Inspector Javert

    Wanting to kill myself
    Repairng the relationship with my father
    Not being able to live in my own house
    Having a broken heart(twice)
    Being bullied daily

    Basicaly all that rolled into one.

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  • by Brickson on January 19th, 2007

    Brickson

    My desire to not be alone in this world.

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  • by Anonymous on January 19th, 2007

    Anonymous

    So far nothing too big, no deaths in the family or friends, the Lord has been good to me and my family.

    BUT! There was one time my biggest struggle in my 20 years of life, has been my struggle with myself. I went threw a big pitty party (depression), and it took to the point where I had a breakdown. But after a while, I started telling people about my problems, and I started finding new meaning.

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  • by Damiana on January 19th, 2007

    Damiana

    The loss of my ex-husband to a car accident and helping our grief stricken offspring. Then two years later the loss of my husband to suicide and helping our grief stricken offspring. Because of these deaths, my personal life became a mess and I was fired from my job just 4 months after my husband's suicide. It's been a long 9 years and all three of us have come a long way with the love and help of very supportative family/friends and with lots of therapy.

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  • by Halskiisaklink on January 16th, 2007

    Halskiisaklink

    Year 12 in high school. That was a real pain.

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  • by leighialove on January 16th, 2007

    leighialove

    my dad not wanting to have a relationship with me and him choosing his wife over his own daughter( my parents never got married) and its just difficult accepting he doesn't want to be my dad and that he doesn't care about me anymore.

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  • by littl_foggy on January 16th, 2007

    littl_foggy

    an abusive relationship.

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  • by Metaphiz on January 16th, 2007

    Metaphiz

    Since I was 12 untill I was 22, I was addicted to drugs, mainly heroin. I went cold turkey at a Cristian rehab and have been clean now for over 15 years.

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  • by Amy on January 16th, 2007

    Amy

    Leaving a violent relationship and starting afresh whilst heavily pregnant. It's also my proudest life achievement, aside of marrying my husband.

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  • by Firebrand on January 10th, 2007

    Firebrand

    The Death of the two people that made my house a family home

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  • by TheAnswerer on January 10th, 2007

    TheAnswerer

    The death of my close friend.

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  • by JD. on March 6th, 2007

    JD.

    the ridiculous amount of young locals passing away in the last month. not fair at all, but i've just had to keep reminding myself that life goes on for the rest of us. i think it's just hard because it's just a small town and everyone knows everyone and it's affecting the entire town instead of just some of us.

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  • by Sacf_NSJ on December 10th, 2009

    Sacf_NSJ

    (STRUGGLE FOR)
    Scorching nights
    Hummers sipping away drops of blood
    Still
    Then all was gone…

    Sharp set in the meager caress,
    As the only craved possession presented,
    Others threatened our beings.
    Into her delicate words, yet
    Those fiery eyes
    I strive for…

    Contenting days
    Giving oneself to family
    Mirth
    Then all is returned…

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  • by crazyhazey on December 16th, 2008

    crazyhazey

    this past summer i lost my boyfriend in iraq, the week he was suppose to come home and noone had heard from him. we were suppose to get married when he came back, but i guess i will never know what could have been. i always thought we could be perfect.
    but.... a true hero never dies, he lives in your heart forever :)

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  • by Anonymous on October 25th, 2009

    Anonymous

    hating myself. knowing that anything i am going to or would like to do will end up with me regreting it.

    avoid mirrors. no smiles.
    why, no identity? good question.

    i hope it ends up soon, and i hope i won't fuck up my life for being so ungrateful to life.

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  • by happiness on October 25th, 2009

    happiness

    Fighting my low self esteem.

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  • by PrairieWind on October 25th, 2009

    PrairieWind

    Moving to a new job away from family

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  • by anonymous_user_1996 on April 25th, 2011

    anonymous_user_1996

    When I was six, abusive divorce between mom and dad. I was put into counseling at age 6. Mother told me to lie to the court and to my counselor. Because of this I almost got my father's wife, my FIRST step mom put into jail.
    Everyday I would come home in the 1st grade and watch my mother kill herself. She'd pop 9 pills every 2 hours everyday in front of me. I'd hear the sound of air being sucked in through the nose ... snorting in my mother's bedroom. At the time I didn't know but she was doing crack/cocaine.
    My father never came home. I would sit in my room on my little pedestal and cry my eyes out praying that I'd see a red Chevrolet truck come down the street up to the driveway; my father. My prayers were never answered. I'd get off the bus hoping to see his truck in the driveway. Once in a blue moon I'd see it, and if I did see it, I'd run all the way home. But, if so usually when I walked in mom and dad were in an argument. My brother and I would know what to do .... Go into our rooms. My brother would play video games and I would sit there hearing them two argue. I'd cry. I would fear that today would be the last day I'd see my father. The very last.
    The divorce was enclosed and now I'm in split custody with my brother. Every other weekend I was with my dad. I loved it better at my father's. The reason to that is because all my mother would do was her daily routine; pills, cigarettes, crack, pass out, never eat. I never saw my mother. She was usually in her bedroom. I was fed. I was properly dressed, went to school, had clothes, but felt no love. All I can remember about all those young memories is her passing out with a cigarette in her hand, the cigarette lit. I'd shake her ... "Mommy! Wake up!" It never seemed to work. I'd sometimes find her in her bedroom, throw up everywhere, her passed out leaning against the sink in her bathroom in her room. I was unable to wake her. I'd think she was dead. What else is a six year old supposed to think?!
    To me my daddy's place was better. I was the happiest little girl when I was with my father. I wouldn't tell him or my brother what I saw mommy do. I was to scared. But, my dad would fight in court to get full custody of my brother and I. He would loose, but I knew he would win eventually.
    In the course of all the fights and arguments my parents had we were a family. We still did things together. But at the end of the night screams and yelling took place.
    We all would go to my mother's parents house, they had a son which would be my uncle. He molested me more then once. I told no one. I was only six. I had no clue what to do. I was devastated. I was petrified to go near him. Unfortunately I was forced too. I was around him A LOT! So it happened A LOT!
    Both my brother and I have been in counseling all our young years. When I was seven my father finally got full custody of us and we moved to Illinois with my step mom. Before that I hadn't seen my mother in over 6 months. We moved to Illinois, it's been a little over a year and I have never talked, seen... nothing involving my mother and we get a call from my mom's step mom, my grandmother giving us news that my mother had passed away. April 22,2004. I was only eight. There is the first death I've been through.
    My stepmom, she was abusive, not physically but mentally and emotionally. She would tell my father that I, not my brother but I woke her up from her sleep in the mornings. That the reason why they were having problems was because of me. My father believed her and blamed it on me too. He had a choice. His kids or her. He picked her. He started to treat me differently. It was always about Sylvia (stepmom) and not about his kids, me and my brother. She always got everything she wanted and didn't need. She always got my father's attention. I felt lonely. My brother, he got treated the same. It was just me. But I had faith in my dad that this was only going to be temporarily. I was right. They got a divorce. I was nine when this happened.
    (((((While living in Illinois I had told my father what happened between my uncle and I and he brought it to court. Shit hit the ceiling.)))))
    We moved back down to Florida to live with my dad's mom for a little while my dad finds work. That was all good. Nothing dramatic. My dad finds work down a little south of where my grandmother lives and we move. There we lived in crack alley pretty much. Our next door neighbors were an alcoholic dad, rude mother, ADHD young daughter, a normal daughter (my best friend) and a messed up teenage boy, about the age 13. I guess you can guess that the teenage boy molested me. That went on for over a year. No one found out because he told me that if I were to tell he would kill me or tell my dad I was doing the things to him cause I wanted too. Now I could never do that because I couldn't let my father's pride in me fail. I could not allow my father to let some teenage boy tell him that. If I refused to do the things he told me to do to him he would beat me. I tried to refuse. He wasn't kidding, he hit me. I was 10 when we moved next to these neighbors. I was 11 when it stopped and we moved again, to a different house.
    By now I've been in 15 schools and lived so many houses and different places. I've had to leave multiple groups of friends, multiple times, over and over again. It seems like a never ending tradition!
    When we moved back to Florida my father had met a women, Cathy. She was to be married to my father October of 08. Without my dad and Cathy even being married she move in with us. She was the best motherly figure I have ever had. I loved her with all my heart. She was part of the family.
    She moved with us both times. But this time, this last move was the last move I had with my father and Cathy. I was only 11, it was in July. July 18, 2008 my father died. Only four years apart from my Mothers. Because of this I had to go to California to live with some relatives. I had to leave Cathy. I had to leave everything behind. Once again another set of friends ... GONE.

    ********Went to Cali and came back to Florida************


    The just of all this is I've been through a lot! I've lost both parents. Lost a brother I never knew of. My brother that has been through everything with me got into hardcore drugs and now is in a group home. I'm back in Florida living with grandparents that treat me like I'm a piece of dirt. I have an amazing boyfriend that loves me and now I have a 99.99% sure I have to leave him and everything else I have here in Florida to go with different family members cause my grandparents (mom's parents) are not equipped to take care of me.

    I look at my life and somedays I just wonder what the hell I did so wrong to have to go through all this. Then there are other times where I look at my life and how much I've had to struggle through and look at what God wants for me. Although what I wrote probably doesn't seem rough .... I didn't put everything down I just put what I felt the need to. I do not want sympathy. I just want to put parts of my story out there in the world.

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