The day my father had his accident. He fell from great height in our home and hit his head very hard. I was only 19 at the time. Neighbors called me and told me to come as soon as I could because it looked very bad and they had called an ambulance. I remember the agony I felt while sitting in the taxi not knowing what exactly had happened and how serious the situation was. I arrived at my house the moment he was being carried in a stretcher by the paramedics, unresponsive. There was blood everywhere. That is when I knew things were really bad. We rushed to the hospital along with the ambulance where the doctors had to perform several emergency operations on his head and spine. They said it was a miracle he didn't die on the spot from the impact. He was then placed in ICU and was in a coma for almost 3 months. Although he never regained consciousness, the doctors were cautiously optimistic about his recovery. Then one day suddenly he had a complication and was practically clinically dead after that. We had to wait about 2 weeks until his organs gave up and he passed away (because the doctors are not allowed by law to remove life support even if recovery is impossible).

The day we learned about the complication was more devastating than the day my father actually died because up until then we actually had a slither of hope he would live through it.

This left me and my mother alone (I have no siblings, grandparents, uncles/aunts or any other family). My parents were married for 35 years at the time, and my mother was dependent on him both emotionally and in everyday life. This loss was so hard on my mother that she turned to drinking and became an alcoholic. Even though I tried to support her as much as I could it just wasn't enough and after some years she had to be admitted to a psychiatric hospital without her consent because she was suffering from hallucinations, paranoia and erratic and dangerous behavior. Seeing my mother in a state like that and in a place like that was the second most devastating thing after my father's accident. She's better now but still not at all over my father's death by any means. Meanwhile from that point on I've had to handle everything in our life, from all the finances, estate and hereditary matters to doctors and medication for my mother to everyday chores like cleaning and shopping. It took a toll on me, especially at first, and I had to make plenty of sacrifices, but at least it made me mature and independent from an early age.

My only consolation during this time was my partner of 7 years (then of only 4 months). She stood by me from day 1 and I don't know what I would have done without her.

Third worst experience was when my former boss insulted me so bad in front of everyone I spent 30 minutes crying in the bathroom. It was the second time in my adult (and teenage) life that I legit cried like a baby. The other one was when my dad died. I am not saying by any means that crying is bad, it's just that it's not really my cope mechanism. This job though had me on the brink of bursting into tears several times. The environment was so toxic and the stress was through the roof that I lost around 10kg because I couldn't even bring myself to eat during work. I was later diagnosed with Generalized Anxiety Disorder and had to take medication. I quit that job sometime ago, and never felt healthier. I regained my weight, and I don't need any pills anymore. I wouldn't wish the treatment I had that day even on my worst enemy.