It's been, by far, the worst six months of my life. Dad died in January. Kitty got sick a week later. I had a bunch of new duties dumped on me at work. I fought with my roommate so much that I ended up leaving, even though I'm still paying the lease for the next two months. And I was so depressed about everything that I cut myself off from family members several times - I'm pretty sure they've completely given up on me at this point.
I'm grateful for things that didn't go wrong (kitty is alive, car still runs, Mom's in good health), but it's still been the most difficult time of my entire life.
An actual suffering strengthens,
As sinews do, with age.