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When Were You at Your Weakest?

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When Were You at Your Strongest?

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How Are You Feeling Now?

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  • Age: 46, Location: Sydney, Australia

    When were you at your weakest:
    A couple of times. When I miscarried my first baby in December 1995 and in 1998 when my eldest son was burnt with a cup of tea - my cup of tea, he was 15 months old. Since 1995 I have suffered with bouts of depression & feelings of death being my only way of escaping my darkest hours. I am also married to a control freak who has put me down, frequently & made me feel like a waste of space.

    When were you at your strongest:
    Before I got married. Being single & carefree with a large group of friends. I felt nothing could hold me back, the world was there for me to explore.

    How are you feeling now:
    Tired, I am tired of being made to feel useless & unloved by my husband, I'm his 2nd wife & have always felt like I was his 2nd choice. My kids keep me going, I look at their (2) faces & I know they need me. I love my kids & they love me too, they keep me strong.


  • Age: 36, Location: k.c.mo.

    When were you at your weakest:
    about 3yrs.ago.me and my children had to stay in a homeless shelter.stayed there 6mths.

    When were you at your strongest:
    now.got a good job,nice place,money in my pocket.

    How are you feeling now:
    BLESSED!!!!!!!!!!!great.faboulos.awsome.


  • Age: 54, Location: Midwest USA

    When were you at your weakest:
    Honestly, speaking from a time I can't remember was the story told to me by my adopted mother, my true mother, who raised me and taught me everything I know about being a strong woman. I was at my weakest when I was 11 months old fighting for my life, holding on by a thread yet blessed by God to continue living as the story was told to me. I had been rescued from the mother who couldn't take care of me and would have let me die from starvation and neglect had God not sent 2 angels to take me to my Godsend mother who would later adopt me at the age of 8-yrs-old. My bio-mother was unfortunately unable to care for me because she suffered from a mental disorder that disallowed her to understand the damage I was being put through. My head was covered in sores from an allergic reaction to non-fat-dry-milk that I was fed (to this day I stay away from this product) and my body was nothing but head and stomach and the rest of my body was skin and bones at the time when my Godsend mother first laid eyes upon me. She asked that my bio-mother come to see her to talk about letting her keep me to bring me back to health, otherwise I would soon die. My bio-mother agreed to let me live with my new mother and she saved my life with the help of God's guidance and the strength he gave her to process what had to be done to get me healthy and thriving. I didn't know how to eat and I was taken to the doctor ""every day"" for months, even sometimes having doctor home visits to check on my condition. The story is very in-depth as I remember it because it was told to me many times in efforts for me not to ever forget how God blessed me. My new mother would always look at me and say that I was a ""blessed child."" She would say this because I thrived so well that I never had any defects from my malnutrition. I grew up with 20-20 vision; my hearing is perfect; I had all my faculties and learning abilities (graduating Valedictorian of 8th grade elementary school); and I never had anything other than regular childhood ailments like any other child. This has to be the only answer for this question in regards to my being at my weakest.

    When were you at your strongest:
    I've been at my strongest over my entire life because I've always been able to sufficiently and cerebrally figure out how to battle any significant failure or setback in my life. I was 17-yrs-old when my adopted mother passed away in 1974. I had to be strong to deal with what was going to be me against the world. I've been able to deal with disappointments, illnesses, surgeries, and my divorce with a 2-yr-old son to care for through my lessons learned and taught to me from my mother's teachings. Her words have always found my mind whenever I needed to reach for an ability to strive and get past a negative point in my life. My belief in the spiritual and the Almighty helped me to hear her words, even if I didn't remember that she had said them to me during my life with her. I'm at my strongest when I listen and know that I can comprehend whatever is being said because I believed my mother, when she said that I was a ""blessed child"".

    How are you feeling now:
    Right now, I am feeling a bit uninspired. I'm healthy for the most part and hope and pray that my health continues to stay with me. I'm alone. I only have my son, who's not very much company because he doesn't want to talk or can't be more talkative because he suffers from Aspergers Syndrome. I struggle with his negativity and hatefulness. I wish that I could change our situation (financially, emotionally and socially) to make my life better so that I can make his life better. As you can see I can't speak of myself without speaking of my son, because I'm his mother and legal guardian (since 18y.o., now 20y.o.) and even though he's my adopted son, I am his mother and the way he feels greatly alters how I feel. I miss Michael Jackson, because he was like my love and my muse. I still think of him as my muse but I can't seem to get through with my thoughts. I allow distractions to deter from getting things done. I have to fight this and find my strength as it lies underneath the surface and usually I can tap into it whenever I need it. I just sort of lost my will to persevere when Michael left us. Though, I say this, I know in my heart that the same way my mother reaches me when I need her, is the same as when I need Michael. I strongly feel that I'm able to sense him. Being somewhat psychic, I've always felt that I can feel better and achieve greater, but I just need to want it and sometimes wanting it is not enough.


  • Age: 53, Location: Ontario, Canada

    When were you at your weakest:
    At 17,in the woods behind my house, being raped by a stranger who attacked me from behind. He grabbed me on the sidewalk at night and threatened death if I didn't co-operate. I have never felt so completely helpless and terrified. It felt like my brain was exploding, yet I knew I had to hear his demands to stay alive.I vowed later to never let a man have that power over me and it helped me cope. I decided I wouldn't let him have another minute of control over me and refused to live my life in fear.

    When were you at your strongest:
    When I was raising my 2 daughters.I knew it was the most important job I would ever have and I put all my heart & soul into helping them become good people. It worked.

    How are you feeling now:
    I have struggled with clinical depression on & off for 40 years. The last 2 years have been my darkest. After trying just about everything I have just recently found an anti-depressant that works for me. For about a month I've been feeling better and I'm able to function and experience moments of enjoyment. Awesome!


  • Age: 50, Location: Ontario Canada

    When were you at your weakest:
    Since 1980, my life has always seem to be a financial struggle, no matter what I did. In 2001, this struggle became extreme and after so many years of stress, I just couldn't take it any more. I cried a lot and I seemed to be in one continuous anxiety spiral. This was unlike anything I had ever experienced and I just couldn't take it. I wanted to kill myself so bad, despite having a young son. This was all I could think of, even though I couldn't do it or even attempt it. I weathered that storm, and things became a little more tolerable, still a struggle, but more tolerable.

    When were you at your strongest:
    My strongest time was when my husband finally got a job. It was four hours away and he had gone ahead to start his new placement while I stayed back and started to pack. Hubby would call me at night and one night he sounded sick. He told me he was getting the flu or something and that his walking became very slow. He also mentioned a ""boil"" he had on his upper chest that started oozing through his clothes. He wouldn't go to a doctor despite me insisting. The day of our move, hubby traveled the distance to come and get me and our 6 year old son. He got out of the car and I could tell he was very ill. I looked at his boil and was shocked. I was black, clearly not a boil. He wouldn't go to the hospital until our landlord saw it and told him to. Hours later he called to say he had emergency surgery for gangrene and would be staying overnight in the hospital. The infection was so severe the hospital didn't want to release him the next day despite the movers sitting, waiting for him to show. After many calls, the hospital agreed only if he checked in to the hospital where we were moving to. Hubby followed orders and called later to say they had him on heavy duty penicillins and that he now had a very large hold in his upper chest from flesh that was removed.. He was released later that night but would have nurses coming over daily. My refridgerator became cold storage for numerous intravenous bags and other drugs along with cases of gauze and other medical stuff. As if this wasn't enough, all the boxes from our move were sitting piled up and unpacked. Hubby became a patient laying on the couch with an almost continuous intravenous drip. A couple days later, my son came down with the flu and passed it on to me. I was so very sick but I couldn't lay in bed, I had two others that needed tending to and boxes to unpack. I had strength and stamina I never knew I had. I was basically working round the clock despite being sick myself. The report came back on my husband saying he was suffering from a Brown Recluse spider bite and that he would have been dead in only a few hours if he had not gone to the hospital. It would be 2 months before hubby was well enough to go back to work.

    How are you feeling now:
    Things have changed a little for the better. Though I still have times of stress, life is more tolerable. Now I feel things will be turning around and that it will be our time to flourish.


  • Age: 50, Location: Ottawa, Ontario, CANADA

    When were you at your weakest:
    When I was living with a foster family. One of 11 famillies. I was 4 1/2 years old and remember being physically abused on a daily basis. Thankfully, my screams were heard by neighbours who helped to have me removed from this awfull place and so on I went to the next foster family.

    When were you at your strongest:
    When I graduated from nursing school at the age of 19. I was really proud of myself of fulfilling this difficult accomplishment.

    How are you feeling now:
    Old and frustrated when I listen to the news. The topics are mainly of corruption of our government...the wars that rage on around the world. Where is our money going if not to people in need? I feel helpless when I watch people suffering in Haiti and the donations we send for food and shelter has not been used towards the basic neccessities for their very survival!!


  • Age: 41, Location: Los Angeles, CA

    When were you at your weakest:
    sitting in the bathtub, with a razor in my hand, trying to end my life.

    When were you at your strongest:
    replacing a toilet in my bathroom all by myself!

    How are you feeling now:
    ok. still battling the depression, trying to find a balance and waking up pain free.


  • Age: 17, Location: Norway

    When were you at your weakest:
    Right after my dad started abusing me at age 4 or 5 years old.

    When were you at your strongest:
    When I testefied against my dad in court. I was believed, my story was heard. and I was no silent anymore, not a victim but a survivor!

    How are you feeling now:
    Im feeling better, im healing but the road is long, but not empty anymore. I have a future, something I did not tought just weeks ago.


  • Age: 15, Location: texas

    When were you at your weakest:
    the time of my dads death

    When were you at your strongest:
    when i found my love that has helped me with everything

    How are you feeling now:
    i still struggle with everyday life but with each breath i take i get stronger


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