Who has experienced the worst in life and still thinks life is worth living?

I have a hard time picturing a life that is nonstop tragedy, suffering, and trauma. Life tends to be ups and downs in my experience. And in some cases, I find it is the individual that creates the bad. Bad choices yield bad results and good choices yield good results. But even when bad things happen, it doesn’t mean you have to give up. I had my father call me from the bridge just before he jumped. I believe I was the last person he talked to. Bad thing. But it wasn’t anything I did that caused him to want to take his own life. I had been trying to help him. I got laid off from a job I had been at for a long time in a field I had been working for even longer. Bad thing. But I ended up getting a job that had far less stress and has turned out to be almost equally lucrative. Good thing.

I suggest that if you see your life as nonstop bad stuff, you need to seek professional help. I’m not saying that as any kind of put down…I’m suggesting you might have physiological or mental issues that could be controlled/healed.

I’ve known many Holocaust survivors who have gone on to lead rich rewarding lives. I am coping with the effects of childhood trauma myself.

No matter how bad life gets, it can only get better.

Sometimes it’s a matter of taking joy in the most fleeting of experiences.

Had immature parents who themselves were not equipt to parent five children.

In early part of that marriage the older siblings benefited in better economic times but my sister and I being the youngest and born in poor economic times suffered the worst.

Ignored, oftentimes no food ( only minor snack once a day) and forgotten and left on our own during family gatherings at the table.

That was result of an ill mother and and absent father ( most of the time) .

However as a teenager was able to earn money on my own babysitting for neighbours as they went out for the evenings.

With that money fed myself by going to nearby A& W for a baby burger as that is all I could afford then, and that sustained me until I got a part time job at age 17 Yrs old and from that income shared some with my mother and used some for my sustenance.

I became a much stronger person physically and mentally and intellectually.
much more but too long to outline here.

Here in my seniors years independent,strong,physically (almost there) in shape, lost weight and made short term and long term goals.

In a much better position then most who ” give up” instead of getting assistance from Counsellors to heal the past and to direct your own life then on.

It was a good lesson to be learned and I understand and I am great full of my life experience that got me here in my present.

its like the analogy of Hercules rolling a boulder up a steep slope. He gets stronger for it in the end and conquers the world.

Decide to fight the sadness and determine your attitude to get better conditions for yourself and others.

You have a full life ahead of you, my prayers go out to you as I understand your dilemma ever so clearly.

Nonstop tragedy and suffering?? I think the biggest trauma in life is that it’s never that predictable.

So – you have nothing to lose by being optimistic. It’s always worth a try.

You can get through bad times more easily if you try to make life better for someone else but I’m not sure you can always decide to do that, it has to come naturally.

No matter how hard life is just live it. If you have problems have people help you.

I have gone through tragedy, suffering and trauma. I had a wonderful childhood. I have lived fully and continue to. I persevered and stayed optimistic through the tough time and learned from them.
Reach out to people who are supportive to help.
I good read on this is:
Man’s Search for Meaning
By: Viktor E. Frankl

Bad childhood, sometimes think it’s not worth living. Whatever.

@Forever_Free
I have read that book..excellant!

@Inspired_2write It’s hard to remember that our lives are such a short time. It’s hard to remember when it takes such a long time.

I have had good portions in my life, but I have had terrible traumas. None of it equals my life as it is now.
I have spent over a decade living with a rare condition which is very painful. Every day, when I wake up, I know I will be in pain through the entire day, and I can tell when I get up, that I spend my time asleep in pain too, by how my bedding looks.

This condition has no cure. It rarely kills people, but it does stay until the person dies.

I can’t die now. I have crap to do.
I have had numerous close calls, some when I had covid.
I don’t want to die before a list of goals are completed, but if a moment comes that I know absolutely I am about to die, I won’t be sad. I have been close enough times to know. I would just have the attitude of, oh, now? Ok.

I’m old. I’ve done stuff. I’m a Navy veteran. I’ve been a single mom. I have skipped and sang through wildflowers. I’ve been fishing. I’ve been hunting. I’ve been in love. I’ve been loved. I’ve been drunk. I’ve been high. Neither was as good as having good things happen when sober. I’ve been horseback riding in the snow, big flakes slowly falling, with a boyfriend. It is too romantic to describe. It was so quiet, I could hear the flakes land. I’ve written some novels and short stories. Soon I will be published. I’ve had wonderful pets. I loved climbing trees when I was a kid, and I have a few times as an adult. I’ve driven across the country a few times. I have lived on both coasts and several places between.

When I die, all those memories go to a trash heap. I’m not ready to discard them, because I have more I need to add to them.

That’s all I can give you on living through pain, but wanting to live anyway.
I can laugh even when I’m in scream-in-green pain, but dead, I would never hear the jokes.