The Most Challenging Thing You Experienced

[Hereware]

I was just reading a post from one of our members and I realized most of us here have faced so much difficulty in life. I want to hear more inspiring stories from you. What was the most challenging thing you experienced and how did you go about it?

[frugallyzing]

Having a chronic illness is a challenge, seeing everyone around you enjoying life normally, and you just can't because there are many things to worry about.

[Hereware]

I agree. There are so many reasons to be depressed and all that's why I really look up to people who handle their illness well. Have you tried being on a therapy before?

[Michael Murphy]

Two widow maker heart attacks in in the last 12 years along with several hospital stays lead me to conclude I am lucky to be still alive.  I’m still walking on the green grass and I may still get through another summer.  I know I am going to die but until then I am going to enjoy every day I get.
I watched my father have a miserable time between finding out he had lung cancer and the 6 months he had left.  Instead of enjoying what time he had he made himself miserable.when I was in the hospital in 2016 and I heard the doctors taking outside my room that without a healthcare directive I most likely was going to die if they operated on me.  Fooled them, every day I wake up is a good day now where there is life there is hope.

[kristina]

...One of the most challenging situations I have ever experienced happened, whilst I was travelling  alone through Morocco. Mind you, I was wearing a long-sleeved very almost" floor-long" Berber-Djellaba and my long blond hair was decently hidden under a scarf...
... As an artist I wanted to study some of their beautiful architecture etc. and, as a young student I did not even consider, that this journey could be dangerous in any way.
One evening I needed to locate the Youth-Hostel in Agadir, but unfortunately I missed it and then, all of a sudden, it was getting too late and so I went to the beach and walked a while to find a secure place to put my tent somewhere behind the dunes to make sure to avoid contact with sand-sniper-snakes. Whilst I was walking, the water (flood water by now) came nearer and forced me to walk more inland, but finally I became so tired, that I just put my tent up and hoped for the best.
Next morning I heard voices outside my tent, came out in my djellaba, hair still hidden underneath the scarf and saw two young Arabian-men standing outside and I asked them in French, what was the problem and they did not look very friendly and so I started to talk in another language to my tent, pretending, that someone else was inside the tent. I made it clear to these two young men, that the person inside the tent was extremely unwell with disease and ... that did the trick. They suddenly quickly walked away, left me alone and I remained unharmed and safe, but quite a bit shaken by the thought of what could have happened ...
P.S. As you can imagine, from then on I always made sure to find a Youth-Hostel in time ... lesson learned ...