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bad days is bad days. you should not compare people's to yours. pain is pain. suffering is pain. the only growth we have comes from suffering.
My worst days,
the year long decline of my father dying of cancer, to the anticlimax of his passing. terrible time. I really developed a good breed o hate for life all those years ago.
the day my wife and I came home and found our home, which we had just bought 3 months earlier, broklen into and all our good shit taken,a nd my wife's heirloom jewelry from her mom and her grandma and her great gardna stolen, the only things she had from them and having to see my wife break down completely and knowing I had to be strong enough to help her and fight my own personal breakdown. that was fucking terrible.
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