If all else failed, what would you cling to?

I would survive. As a result of a really sucky childhood, I’ve managed to become a very self-sufficient individual, and truly believe I’d be able to overcome these circumstances, too. Don’t get me wrong… I’d be devastated, and I might not feel like going on for quite some time. But my life has taught me a really important lesson… it always gets better. Always. That would be my motivation.

Be exceedingly sad but, after a period of feeling sorry for myself and probably seeking professional help if I had such losses across so many areas of my life, I would pick myself up and start again.

I’d rise above it & move on, strength of character see.

I’d choose to survive for the exact same reasons as @augustlan stated. I’m extremely determined.

I’d survive, not because of strength of character, but because I’d have hope for the future. That is what sustains me through most of my trials.

Also, I am absolutely determined to get exactly what I want. Spoiled rotten brat mentality sustains the worst of us.

My pillow gives me comfort. I’d cling to that.

sersiously, I have several pillows, but this particular pillow is just for my head. I can’t rest without it. No one can survive without a good night’s rest

What do you think? I can say but it might bring [redacted].

This may be sad to admit, but I think that at this point in my life that would be too much for me to handle. I don’t think I would survive. Who knows. You can never know the real answer to questions like this until it happens to you.

@ANef_is_Enuf Oh, I’ve felt that I couldn’t make it through at times. Hopelessness sucks.

You can have some of my spoiled brat mentality to tide you over.

@athenasgriffin thanks. :) I hope that didn’t read like I can’t make it through now. I just meant under the circumstances of the question, at this point in my life I don’t think I’d have it in me.

If I lost everything I’m not sure I would be able to survive but I’d hope that I would at least try

@ANef_is_Enuf Oh, I know. If someone had asked me last year if I could handle one more thing, I would have burst out crying and asked them if life could be so cruel. Somehow (I’m still not quite sure how, exactly) I made it through without any more bad things happening.

And, as an added bonus, I’m a whole lot less dramatic now.

I always wonder as to the human capacity for despair and dejection. There are so many amazing and inspirational stories one can read that just make you feel totally appreciative of everything that you possess.

If I lost everything, I would still have my memories, I would still have myself and I would still want to go on.

I would consider the scenario a refreshing start.

That would depend on what you mean by “lost”. If my child died, I’m not at all sure I’d be willing to try to go on. If she just estranged herself from me, yeah, I’d probably try to pull things back together.

I would find comfort in people and in yoga.

Initially, I’d imagine I’d sink into a depression. Loss is so painful to deal with so I’d retreat, as a protective measure if nothing else. After some time, I know I’d make the decision to start again and learn what I could from the experience, hard as that may feel.

I think my spirit would carry me through whatever. Physically, I might have some problems, but after the shock wore off I think I’d look around and ask, “What’s next?”

I’ve already had to go through this before and I came out fine. I’d pack up what I had and go where I felt I could get work the quickest. From there it wouldn’t take me but maybe a month to get going again.

The first time I had to leave behind my life and most belongings then it became kind of freeing and I didn’t bother to replace or miss much of what I used to have. I really liked that because the focus became on getting out and doing/seeing things I hadn’t before rather than ease into a “nest”.

I would turn to God and, with Him, would probably rise above it all and survive. But I could only do it with God.

Alcohol lol.

@Symbeline I knew that would be your response, lol. :P

Whatever’s left.

I cling on to my broken hip, the pain, and the suffering that gives me hope for a life I dreamed of.

I would cling to the smallest glimmer of hope that I saw. A pretty flower, a smile from a stranger, the places I was yet to visit, a great book, a couple…whatever. I would shut myself down and try to remember only the good I had, not the loss I was feeling. Grief gets in the way of hope. (It’s like door is to window as grief is to hope.)

I’m sure I would be numb but I could survive with that numb movie playing in my head. I have done it before and I could do it again.

@mandiemom Welcome to Fluther.
I agree with you! It’s the little things that make my heart sing that would tide me over. . . assuming there is anything left at all.

Chocolate/Money.

@MilkyWay Yummy, I love chocolate money. Those gold wrappers can be a bugger to get off though ;¬}

@ucme ; You’re supposed to take them off???

@JilltheTooth It is advisable yes, plays havoc with ones fillings don’t you know?

Ohhh metal on your fillings…. ugh. Not good.

I would turn to God, just like the last time my world fell apart.