The week my big sister died in a car accident. It was during finals week in high school, and I didn’t want to go home because it was too sad being home, so I just sat through my finals in a daze. I kept calling her from the campus pay phone just to hear her voice on her answering machine. And I left a few messages…

While this week is not as bad as when I’ve lost loved ones and pets or living through 9/11 (which was also my first week of school at college in New York, and only my second week living away from home), this week feels heavier in a different way. Then there was hope or at least survival, and although I’m not without…

The ONLY good thing about the presidential election is that it took my mind off my mom’s upcoming open-heart surgery. Well, she had the surgery yesterday, and it went better and quicker than expected. She’s up today, and they hope to kick her out of the hospital by Sunday. My dad and I are thrilled.

I used to have a lot of issues with older male attorneys assuming I was support staff rather than a fellow lawyer. I hate they because it shows they disrespect women and probably treat their support staff like crap. My paralegals and assistant keep me sane and are my friends, so I just hate that..

I’m not even going to describe my two worst weeks because they are too unspeakable to mention.

all in one week, my beloved uncle succumbed to drug addiction, and I had to go work from my parents’ to take care of my depressed dad, who was on the verge of losing his job due to anger issues, while my mom went to her brother’s funeral.

Holy. Fucking. Shit. Sending you so many hugs.

I had to reply to this one because I’ve been where you are. I took my eyes off the road because I thought my passenger pointed at something off to the side, but in fact she was exclaiming at how close I was getting to a girl on a moped at the light. This accident of course happened at that twilight hour when it is…

The week my aunt was dying. We were getting phone calls at all hours to come to the house because she was going to die in the next hour or so. It did not happen. We were watching her die by inches. No one was getting any sleep because we were always ready to go. People were getting short with each other. The final…

The week my father died. I woke up with a sick feeling in my stomach and couldn’t get back to sleep. An hour later the hospital called, saying he’d had another massive heart attack and passed away. I felt cold and numb inside, sobbed uncontrollably at the drop of a hat, felt like the world would never be the same...

My step-father was a chronic pain patient who became permanently disabled when I was in high school. My mom couldn’t deal with it so she split in my senior year, so instead of any college, I had to find a job to support us. My biological father was pretty much absent in my life, so my step-father was all I had—he…

In the last few months I got fired from my job, broke up with a partner in loved, stopped talking to my best friend, and had to navigate a huge blow up in my polycule/friend group. Also Bowie, Prince, and Cohen died. Now this. Fuck worst week, this is the worst year ever. 

This week is one of the worst of my life too! (Solidarity sister!) On top of Trump being elected on Tuesday, I was in the worst car accident I’ve ever been in and it was my fault. It actually happened at 7pm on Tuesday right as the election results started to pour in. I was driving to a nearby town where a lot of my…

On early Sunday morning, my husband’s birthday, I found out he had cheated on me for two months. Tuesday I woke up hopeful that at least we would have Hillary as president. By Tuesday night, it seemed nothing good could ever happen again. This week has been one of the worst I could imagine happening.

As bad as this is, it isn’t even close. The worst week of my life was the night my brother died in his sleep. He was five years old and just...died. Of nothing. The autopsy brought up absolutely nothing*. I can still hear my mom screaming, he was already stiff and blue when she found him. She couldn’t even speak, I…

On October 30th 10 years back I was called in to work for a “meeting” where I was informed that we all had been exposed to live TB but we needed to keep it on the DL. On November 1st my Grandma died when I told my boss, who wanted me to do another 2 hours of overtime, she rolled her eyes and said “Why is this…

I have had worse weeks than this (depressing events related to jobs and infertility). But this week was especially lousy because I moved into a new apartment twice. I began the week traveling from Washington state to my new Florida home. Once putting everything in and settling in for a day, the pipes started to…

Came home from school for Thanksgiving. everyone got food poisoning from the pizza we could barely afford. my dad died after more than a year in the hospital. then, day after funeral we moved my grandparents into a smaller place. grandma was a mess, grandpa had early Alzheimer’s and my aunts and uncles acted like…

I used to think the worst week of my life was when I miscarried my first child at 10 weeks. That was my first experience with deep, abiding depression.

This week isn’t even remotely in the same league as worst week(s) of my life. Worst is undoubtedly when my parents got divorced and I got to watch my mom have a complete mental breakdown and then be hospitalized. Or the second time my mom got sick and I realized I’d have to drop out of grad school because my family…