My Worst Day Ever: The Poll, Step right up it's time to vote!

anon97554939 · March 10, 2021, 6:33am

Here we go guys, sorry for the delay, you can blame @Anziel_Merkaba for distracting me…

This poll will automatically close at midnight (11:59 pm) on 3/16/21 and I will announce the winners name as well as pm them the information for the servitor sometime that evening, or the next day

Don’t forget to vote for yourselves! We are limited to twenty choices per poll, so I figured the best way to handle this was to split the entries in two and then everyone gets essentially 2 votes- one per poll.

Entry 1

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Hi Keteriya,

I’ve thought of my worst day ever a few times recently.

The day there was a loud knocking at my door and voices being shouted through the letter box in the door that I could not open due to shame and fear.

“Hello, we are from the power company and you have not paid your bill. We are here to disconnect your power and unless you pay us now we will have to remove your standard meter and install a pre-payment meter”

I heard three or four loud voices outside discussing the matter among themselves, seemingly hoping that all my neighbours would take an interest in what was going on. I had no money, only shame and fear as I hid in the lounge laying on the couch underneath my daughters old cartoon themed sleeping bag trying desperately not to move as they continued to shout through the door. I heard two voices coming around the back of the house to try to find a way in an look through the lounge window. I was powerless and desperately ashamed of myself for being in that situation.

They were outside for around an hour or more until they decided to install the electric meter which took another couple of hours so most of the morning I was trapped underneath that sleeping bag hoping they would disappear and wondered how many of my neighbours were watching. They made a lot of noise, a lot of drilling and throughout my fear and shame was crucifying.

By allowing myself to be in that situation I had breached the contract with my landlord and it would only be a matter of time before I was found out and evicted.

I knew that time would come and sure enough it did.
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Damn. It still hurts thinking about that and the repercussions are still there.
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Entry 2:

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Okay, here is my worst day ever sob story.

This happened when I was 18 or so.

I had spent most of the day with my girlfriend at her house. Things seemed a little off with her, but I didn’t really think too much about it. At about 11 PM, I had to go home. I lived with my mom at the time, and my curfew was midnight, and it was a bit of a walk in the cold winter air.

On the walk home, something kept niggling at the back of my mind about how subdued and odd my girlfriend had been acting. She really did not want me to leave, even though I had no choice in the matter, and I’m sure her parents wouldn’t have been too impressed with me staying over.

I brushed off my odd feelings, got home, had something to eat and then went to bed. Around 2 AM, the phone rang. It woke my mother up, and she answered it, before yelling up the stairs that the call was for me. Wondering who was calling me in the middle of the night, I got on the line to find it was my girlfriend’s mother, who informed me that my girlfriend had just tried to commit suicide.

Apparently, after I had left, she had taken a large handful of these huge horse pill sized pain killers she used for her damaged knees (she used to be a competitive skier which wrecked them). Her parents only found out because she went into their bedroom to say goodbye.

Her mother told me that she had been taken by ambulance to the hospital, and was now in the psychiatric ward. She was weirdly calm about it. She told me that she would be going to visit her in the hospital in the morning and asked if I wanted to come along. i said, yes, and so she gave me a time to be picked up.

My mom came up the stairs, wanting to know who had called so late, and I told her what had happened. Her anger at being woken up kind of evaporated. Needless to say, i did not get back to sleep.

At about 8 AM, my girlfriend’s mom picked me up, and we went to the hospital to see her. Visiting a psych ward is not a very pleasant start to the day, and i felt quite uncomfortable. I sat and talked with my girlfriend while her mother spoke with the doctor. I didn’t know what to say, so all I could really do was hold her hand, and cuddle with her.

It turned out that her mother somehow blamed me for what happened though it had obviously been building up for a while. My girlfriend ended up being moved to a larger psychiatric facility in another town about an hour away, but that’s another story.
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Entry 3

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I like to post my entry.

My worst day ever srry this will be a sob story. I have always wanted to get married and waited for a long time to get smeone who can appreciate me with all the things missing from my family background.

the worst day was the next day of my wedding. My husband was constantly drunk, he abused me, my family, hit me, saved him from jail time, got accused of cheating made a joke of my life. Mind you its sadder because its not even 12 hrs into being married. the realization that my dream of happy married life was turning into a nightmare, that was my summarized version of my entry
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Entry 4:

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hi keteriya , so here i am with my worst day, if it wud be worst time period it wud be different answer but for a single day i wud say it was 28 march 2011, i was 26 years old working in my bank job on cash counter my monthly salary was 8000 Rs per month, when in evening i matched my cash i was short by 1 Lac Rs, i tried everything, verified all voucher , cash denomination but nothing, went to see CCTV camera but unfortunately cctv were not working that day ,now i had to pay 1 lac rs equal to my annual income.
i called my dad about this he said debit his account so i debited 96000 from my fathers account, he was retired in 2009, i debited 4000 rs from my account and in this way i gave 1 lac rs,i was blank nothing was in mind , how it happened , wht was my mistake, we asked some customers if by mistake some1 got extra 1 lac but no1 accpted, i went to home father told me nothing, just be more careful in future and alert when working on cash,i dint cry so every1 in branch thought i m acting bcoz i dun wanna sit on cash counter so m pretending tht i lost 1 lac.next day again i was on cash counter my confidence was gone , my hands were shaking but its my job n i carried on. this was my worst day,.1 month before i did a ritual with andromalius to punish that person and bring my money back nothing happened but when i will enhance my magickal skills i will surely take revenge on whoever he was who took my money.
thnx i hope i win free servitor
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Entry 5:

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My worst day was many years ago. I was in a bad place with my wife and I was masturbating several times a day in an attempt to make myself feel better. I was in my basement to do some laundry and decided to rub one out. I was almost finished when I heard a voice. “What are you doing Daddy?” My son who was around 3 or 4 caught me. Obviously I assumed that this is the lowest point of my day. I was very wrong. My son then proceeds to tell everyone that he can’t wait to grow up so he can do what daddy does and then would demonstrate. He told my wife and my parents. Which lead to a series of extremely awkward conversations that day.
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Entry 6:

On another topic

My worst day is the day my daughter and I were raped. And I consider it all my fault. I invited a man over who told me he was a magician. I needed his help because I had the worst breakup ever and I couldn’t get over it. He would come over and ‘fix’ things for me. So he came to my house and told me that his ‘tea’ was a part of his magical workings. I drank from the tea and so did my daughter. After half an hour I was feeling sleepy, numb, dizzy. My daughter went to bed, and all of a sudden I found myself alone in the living room. The man wasn’t there anymore. I thought of what could happen and dragged myself to my 16-year old’s bedroom. I was horrified. This man laid naked on top of my daughter. I shouted at him and told him to get off her. He did, but he told me that, if he couldn’t get her, I would be his volunteer. To save my daughter from further misery I agreed. I let him rape me. Afterwards he was gone, and I went to bed, still numb. I never talked about what happened again, not even with my daughter, until New Years Eve last year. I was hard to talk about it. I behaved so badly: I brought a predator into my house and in my daughter’s vicinity. I dismissed the whole horrific experience from my mind for years. I didn’t go to the police. Now, years later, it is too late. The predator, the rapist lives in another continent. Out of reach of the police. This was the worst day of my life, and I still feel so guilty about it.

Entry 7:

On another topic

Hey my friend,

I don’t know, if you knew this, but I work for the civil courthouse, I had gotten a speeding ticket coming from a 55mph street onto a 25mph, and still in 55mph mode… ticket!

I had started making payments on my ticket, well I had made a payment Friday the week before, I was assured that everything was going to be okay.

the following Wednesday, (worst day) I leaving my complex to head to work, and it was early 6:50-ish, a police officer pulled me over for not having my headlights on, gave the officer, my lic, ins, and regs. She returned an half hour later.

Officer:“Sir, you realize, your driving on a suspended lic”
me:“no, I been making payments, I actually work at the courthouse”
Officer: “that’s not what our system says, were going to have to confiscate your linces, do you have someone who can drive your car home”
Me: yeah, let me call them

I call my wife, and informed her of what’s going on. I’m about 8-10 mins away from home, by foot, and I can’t leave the van unattended.

The power steering failed in the van about a year ago or so, and my wife can’t drive the van, but our son can, and almost impossible to wake in the morning. Also my son only has his learners permit, so he can drive, as long as the person in the passanger seat has an active lic.

An hour later, my wife and son arive, I give them the keys, and my wife and son drive home the van, I wait by her car for her to return by foot. My wife teased me, and wouldn’t get off my case about being a bad driver, all the way to work.

I have to be to work by 8am, and when I got to work it was already 10:20.

I get to work and talk to someone at the clerk of court, and they informed me that somehow their system, and the DMV’s system didn’t communicate.

The following Thursday I missed another day of work because I had to get a new lic at the DMV, but that’s another “worst day ever” story for another time

Entry 8

Here goes my entry.

The premise : I have been enrolled in one of our Country’s premier B-School, which had an intake of 500 odd students every year. I graduated in Finance and would be among the top 10% of my batch in academics. Life was peaceful till those horror days started – placement days. For background, our college placements happen over four days when around 400 corporates come and fight for the best students. These four days are like a marketplace where corporates bid for students. Once a student gets placed, he will be given an offer letter, and he is out of the placement process.

The horrific days: the placement process began, and the girl I used to teach for exams got placed (in MS) first out of the 500 students in the college. My confidence went up to the roof. I was confident that I would get placed in a top-tier corporate shelling out gold coins instead of money for me.

Fast-forward to the night of day 4, guess what: I was still without a job offer – one among the last ten remaining students. I have given about 35 interviews and 20 odd group discussions in the past four days. The icing on the cake was that my dumbfuck brain realized that I was poor at communication skills during these four days.

The terrible thing : It was 12 in the night (basically day 5 began); I was completely out of energy and didn’t want to attend any more interviews. My will was shattered entirely. But the placement committee had to show their perfect record of 100% placements, so they shoved me into whatever company was still doing interviews then.

I was sitting in an interview process for a company I have no desire to work for. I deliberately flunked the interview process, or so I thought. I came out of the interview and went to our college cafeteria where all of my friends, who got placed in reputed corporates, were celebrating. Looking at my pathetic conditions, those lowlifes made me drink an energy drink. They meant well and thought I needed energy for the following interview process.

Soon after drinking that, I was notified that I received an offer letter from the company I do not want to join. This was a devastating blow for me.

And the terrible thing was that I couldn’t sleep the whole night because of the energy drink I had earlier and had to suffer my miserable existence that entire night.

Moral : I need that luck servitor to avoid taking that energy drink at the wrong time.

Hope you had fun reading my entry. Guys, please vote for me. Peace out.

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Entry 10:

My worst day ever began with me taking LSD alone in my room at night. I was listening to “Kiss from a Rose” by Seal which for some reason sent me into a downward spiral in which I questioned my sexuality repeatedly. After what felt like 5 hours of me trying to convince myself that I was straight, I became psychotic and began fantasizing about dismembering myself.

If you are familiar with LSD you will know that these thoughts have a way of looping themselves, trapping you, and it has a way of enhancing your ability to feel things that aren’t really happening (if you think about being poked with a needle, it begins to feel very real) so I ended up hallucinating the sensation of castrating myself about 20-30 times.

As I grew exhausted from the trauma, a shadowy figure represented by tooth and claw gnashing at my spiritual self began whispering in my ear to call all of my loved ones to my apartment so that I could kill them. It took a massive amount of self control just to grip my mattress in order to stop me from going through with it or killing myself out of shame. Then the voice told me to kill my roommate and I hallucinated going to his room and stabbed him repeatedly.

I then lost consciousness and woke up the next day feeling like I had been awake for a week and someone beat the piss out of me. I was so afraid that I had actually killed my roommate that I stayed in my room for 2 days sobbing, not eating or drinking anything, unable to confirm what I believed I had done. It turned out that he was at his girlfriend’s house and thats why I had not heard him moving around for those days.

The worst part to me is that I now realize that this wasnt some demon or paradite, but my dark side that I actively tried to suppress. It was a part of me that wanted to do these terrible things to the people I love. This event still haunts me years later and is definitely the worst day(s) of my life so far.

anon97554939 · March 10, 2021, 6:34am

Entry 11:

Ok here’s my worst magical disaster ever!
This was around the fall of 2001 I was 21 yrs old. I was working as a technician in a local hospital. I had recently tried the goetia and was riding high on a stunning victory with Prince Orobas.

Now getting women was never hard for me , I’ve got words…words like you wouldn’t believe lol. So I decided it was time for a challenge I thought ok let’s conjure Prince Sitri and get a fine black chick to be “enflamed With desire” for me. Those were my exact words. The reason for this is it takes way more game for a white dude to score a black chick than visa versa so I proceeded. Cock sure of myself. I conjured Prince Sitri.

“Hear me and make all spirits subject unto me so that every spirit of the firmament and of the ether , on dry land and in the water, of whirling air and rushing fire and every spell and scourge of God will be obedient unto me…hear me”. “Prince Sitri come forth from wherever you are. Put on a pleasant shape and my questions in my tounge” . When the Prince arrived I could feel waves of power emanating from the triangle of art. His presence was an overpowering sickly sweet kind of darkness. He was nothing like Prince Orobas and I was somewhat scared. But I pressed on undaunted. I made my charge for a hot black chick to come to me enflamed with desire. Prince Sitri smiling asked for a blood offering. I told him no and bid him to carry out his charge in the name of the tetragrammaton. I made clear I was a part of divinity and by serving me he was serving his creator.
This pissed the spirit off royally! After the license to depart it immediately left and I was glad.

3 days later a knocking on my office door a lab tech came in asking about some files. She was the one I knew immediately. There was something about her eyes I couldn’t place but I knew she was the one.
Over the next two days she made frequent trips to my office and before you know it we had a dinner date. One thing led to another as it always does for me and boom she was enflamed with desire.
Then she starts calling at ALL hours day and night and won’t leave me alone at work. She’s stalking me and now I’ve gone from magician to being prey. That look in her eyes is from being possessed. Prince Sitri will have his way or the magician be damned. I tried all the rituals I knew to gently get her to go away to no avail.
I had to quit my job and move to a different apartment in the middle of the night to escape the Princes wrath. Finally I went to my teacher head hung in shame and begged for assistance. We had LONG talk about responsibility and magical ethics and I was humbled greatly by this. Finally the great Archangel Michael was called to put Prince Sitri back in the bottle.
This was my worst magical disaster ever and I learned alot from it. I never repeated those mistakes again and I grew wiser and stronger for it.

I hope this is a pleasing short story and an acceptable entry into your contest.

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Entry 13

It was cold when i woke up, really dark, and i seemed to be surrounded by some sort of fluid, all of the sudden, i noticed a shaking, it was very strange, i couldn’t see anything at all, and moving was difficult.
I could hear voices of people, it sounded like they were so close, but i couldn’t understand what they were saying, they kept talking, saying words i couldn’t comprehend, almost like a alien speech.

A few moments later, suddenly a light was seen, it was very bright, and i could see the people now, they were at least 5 times my size, and i had never seen anything that looked like them.
Terror entered me when they began touching me, and even slapping me lightly. so i cried.

I couldn’t remember when was the last time i had eaten, when one of the large figures took me and offered me this white liquid, still babbling in alien language. It smelled good, unlike anything i had ever tasted.

This isn’t a story about a alien abduction, this is the story of my birth.
The day of my life that would fate me to find out about how, mean (and nice) humans are, student loans, bills, and stress, before that day, i knew nothing of this strange world we live in.
So in a comical way, the worst day of my life.

Entry 14

I was 7 months pregnant with my 3rd child. Was managing a billiards business, small 2 table kind of joint in my old neighborhood, 20kms away from where I live. Got a call from the guy who watches over it during the day that we were out of powder and that blue cube you rub on your cue stick. My husband was out of town for work so I had no choice but to go buy and deliver it myself.

Where I’m from, there’s color coding and my Civic was coded, meaning, I couldn’t use it that day. Again, no choice but to drive a beat up Hi Ace, another 20kms where I buy the supplies, and drive it up the mountains to deliver.

4 hours after, sweating it in traffic with no air con, I got back home. Only to find my 2nd child, my 2 year old son with high fever. Had to drive out again, in the HiAce, 50kms out to the pedia.

All the while, i was itching so bad down there, probably from all the hormones going haywire and the stress of it all. Got to the hospital and my baby is diagnosed with Dengue fever, need to be confined. Was terrified bec Dengue doesn’t have a cure. It’s viral and your body needs to ride it out and fight it, with the help of IV. If not managed, platelet counts go down fast, can lead to hemorrhage and death!

Had my baby confined. Called my cousin to please watch my son in the hospital so I can drive home again to get clothes and food for us, another 50kms out. All the while, still itching so terribly down there!!!

Called my husband 3x, he wasn’t picking up! Wanted to cry so bad but couldn’t, and shouldn’t. Needed to focus.

Got home, showered, cooked meals to bring to the hospital. Finally, at 6pm, I drive back. Two blocks away from the hospital, I felt the day’s stress and fatigue wash over me, all I could do was pray. And BAM! 7 month pregnant me, in the driver’s seat, gets slammed into by a small truck! His fault, of course, he ran the intersection. Save for a Headache and some bruises, thank goodness, I was alive!

So wanted to just get back to my son, check on his blood count and hug him. But no, I had to go to the police station to file for an accident report. Another 2 hours of my day taken. Husband (now ex) still not answering my calls.

Finally at 10pm, I got to my son. Checked on him, talked a little and tucked him back to sleep.

With how stressful and tiring the day was, you’d think I’d be able to sleep myself. Nope, because I had yeast infection and it was burning crazy itchy down there!

Worst day ever.

Entry 15:

Hi. I saw your topic and I’m submitting my story.

Well, the worst day of my life was May 8, 2011, almost ten years ago. I remember the day well because it happened days before my mother’s birthday (May 11).

I was unemployed and lived with my girlfriend at the time (who is now my ex) and minutes after lunch she started to feel sick.

The wave of bad luck started when I was taking her to the hospital. I had a 1997 Ford Pampa at the time. The car always broke down, but the moment I took my girlfriend to the hospital, it decided to break down in motion. The car was moving on a large road full of traffic, at about 50 km/h and simply stopped working. All the electrical parts stopped working and the brake was working really bad, I had to step very deep to have any effect.

The car was weightless and this certainly helped me a lot, even so, I almost hit the car in front a couple of times. My girlfriend realized that something was wrong with the car and started screaming. I managed to stop on the shoulder without causing accidents (and that was more difficult than it looks, since my car had no power and don’t signal anything to other drivers.)

My car broke down at a point where there was no cell phone signal. I had to walk almost a kilometer to use a phone, call a taxi to take my girlfriend to the hospital and a tow truck to take my car. The taxi came quickly, but the tow took about two hours. I got a nice tan (sunburn) waiting for the tow. I know, I could have hidden myself from the sun, but I was so nervous at the time that I didn’t even think about it.

With the color of a pink shrimp, the truck dropped me off at the hospital. I was waiting at reception until they allowed me to enter, in a chair by the window. Suddenly, I felt a terrible sting in the neck, from a wasp. There was no wasp building nearby and I have no idea where it came from. It just came in through the window and stung my neck, which was already sunburned.

Well, after that everything happened normally, we left the hospital, we went home. Nothing bad happened, I thought “the bad wave has passed”. So at night I went to open a drawer in the bathroom and it was stuck. I struggled to open it and it suddenly opened. The drawer moved out of place and fell to the floor. It was my girlfriend’s cosmetic and makeup drawer and when it fell, it practically broke all the glass bottles that were inside.

I was unemployed and broke. My girlfriend (now my ex) paid for everything, from the taxi to the new cosmetics and makeup to replace the ones I broke. I was only able to pay her for the losses months later.

Lesson: After the big wave, a smaller one may come.

Entry 16:

I guess I would consider this to be my worst day ever, but first, I’ll give a bit of backstory before I get into the actual story. Throughout most of my eighth grade year, my mom was struggling with poverty and drug abuse. Because of this, my brother and I were constantly moving from one house to another with short lapses in homelessness. Going to school was the only stable thing in our lives at that point. Two months before the school year was going to let up for Summer, we were taken into custody and were thankfully taken in by near family. This was a point in our lives when we could breathe and we didn’t have to worry about what we went back to after school.
This day took place in eighth grade on the last day of school. My brother and I had showed up for a half day at school and were really excited for it to end so that we could start summer. We ended up getting called out of school about two hours before the school day ended and we were told that we were called out to go visit our mom. We went to visit her and we were pretty happy because we hadn’t seen her since we were taken into custody. We were later told during the visit that we couldn’t stay with our near family anymore and that we were probably going to be sent to group homes in different cities since there weren’t any available homes at the time. We didn’t know what to think since we hadn’t been apart during all that we had gone through previously and we just tried to make the most of what little time we had together during the visit. Fortunately, they were able to find homes for us, but were still going to be living in different cities. We were thrown into more uncertain circumstances just after getting comfortable with the respite that we had found, only we had to go through it alone.
Even though this was a tough experience for me, it eventually became one of the best things that ever happened to me. After about two years, my brother and I found a family where we could live together and this family gave us a lot of opportunities that we wouldn’t have had otherwise. Throughout all that had happened, things could’ve turned out much worse and we were lucky, for the most part, that things turned out in the best way they could.

Entry 17:

I Hate High school.
Before I practiced magick I was happy with my life. I was the golden boy of my country bumpkin primary school, graduated as a valedictorian, and went onto the most illustrious secondary school, my country had to offer, The Queen’s Royal College.https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Queen’s_Royal_College

Then things were not good ever at all .
I, an Amerindian was a minority in a near all black class, most of whom had graduated from much more recognized primary school, had national level athleticism and musical talent, some spoke fluent french spanish or chinese at age 14-16 too.
I was outclassed, out skilled and out-anything.

Despite being a minority, I had never experienced racism until one spanish class…
When we were trying to pronounce the spanish word for Nigeria. The man next to me was horrified when I pronounced it (Nigger-ria). He then said in a very anger inducing voice"You cant say that", which provoked childish me to say it more.

It would not be until a few months later did a childish and sheltered me learn what the n-word meant. And I would not learn how serious the N-word was till 2 years later.

Our school had a zero tolerance policy towards bullying (Not the shitty one you hear about in the USA) and everyone had some degree of class and civility so the bullying didn’t make all of my school life miserable but… small things add up and I was unaccustomed to enmity, so I took it on way more than most people would have.
The day of that class was bad by itself but for years after, till the end of school, I would feel the effects of that day.
My phone was stolen for weeks in form 1. I was “taxed” many school supplies, money and time.I was the scapegoat for multiple things, Small insults hurled my way.
It was too petty to report but serious enough to affect my school life.
That was my worst day ever

Entry 18:

So hey…I saw you thread on giving free servitor and I seriously want it to help with my journey. Let me start…It happened one year ago I don’t exactly remember the day,I was at college and it happened to be my friend’s bday. So we decided go clubbing that night…I went home changed my clothes and took a shower. My guy wanted to smoke some weed in his day so I bought it and smoked it before and was tripping balls:rofl:. So what happened that day was I turned on my bike. I had to leave another friend home. So as soon as we got out I was nearly hit by a car…I mean our distance was so so close.If we had got hit then we would probably die on the spot and then I dropped him. One the way my wallet got lost which had like 100$ in them…One guy came asked me to stop and said he saw my wallet come out of my pocket and dropped on the road…I was like FUCKKKK. And then as soon as I was U-turning my bike another bike came in high speed and I got hit. He fucking ran away.Thank lucifer,I wasn’t too much hurt.I went back stopped my bike and searched my wallet for 1 whole hour …didn’t found it. And when trying to get home btw I didn’t go to his bday party as my wallet got lost …when trying to get home my fuel was empty and I pushed my bike for 1 hour at 11pm and finally I got home…So that’s it It was the worst and unluckiest day of my life. I learned that never to ride while on drugs.Thank you so much for your time. Even If I don’t win this contest I would be more happy since you’re the 2nd person to hear this story.Thank you
Alash Tad Alash Tal Ashtu

Entry 19:

So the worst day I’ve ever had wasn’t that bad, but it was pretty bad considering what it created for me. Years of arguments, of toxicity, and watching my mom fall apart every day from the pain of this event. It was a damn ride. And I hated every moment of it until I got into magick, so it birthed a success story in a lot of ways. I remember everything that happened on that day enough to write about it in detail. So lets start the pain train.

I was born in 2004 to a hard working real estate woman, she was mostly working in the housing business. She didn’t sell houses, she managed paperwork and set up new housing areas. Honestly, she was a workaholic. Still is, it’s her character.

The worst day I’ve ever had is the accident. I didn’t feel pain, or understand what happened yet. I didn’t understand the ramifications, or really touch upon what mattered. I was afraid, and someone who seemed almost untouchable became, basically, nothing more than a woman on deathbed.

I am half convinced she died, and that she forced herself to keep going despite being dead, and the paramedics brought her back to life. I feel this. The car, on impact, sent her through her own windshield. Even now, she can vividly describe the glass going at her, past her, all at once. the car flew into a fence, Mom and was sent back into my booster seat. This was so long ago, that I was still legally required to have one of those.

The reason I say she most likely died here is because her spinal disks had become actual dust, i kid you not. The spinal disks became nothing but dust, she sustained major nerve damage. She sustained minor brain damage. She became something both insanely weak, and something that wouldn’t die anyways, something that just couldn’t leave the Earth. I am only saying this today because she called the family friend, even through the pain.

I dont know how, I don’t know why, but she is alive. She’s been alive all these 11 so years after this accident, and she’s only getting stronger. But I will never be able to repair this damage. This is most definitely my worst day ever, a wound that wont heal, and aas for as long as i know her, will only cut deeper. If there was a day I could curse, it would be that day; the day that put her in the position to make so many mistakes, and for me to learn them.

Entry 20:

So, the time period of this particular day was on a day that would have been an anniversary day with my ex fiance who I had caught in bed with my former best friend when I was 19. Needless to say, I was in a mood. It was also the following day of admitting my interest in the occult to my parents. The day began with a phone call from my father essentially telling me to have a nice life at the time, as he feared I would corrupt my siblings. Upon dealing with that argument, I went to smoke out some pot out of my bowl. Unfortunately , the bowl broke from having a crack I was not aware of and I did not have papers for a joint. I went to go have some breakfast, only to find the milk had gone sour. I ended up leaving earlier than usual to go take some midterms as I was still in college.

I found upon entering my math class that my calculator was dead, so I had to take the test doing the math by hand. I did not fare well on my tests as I could not concentrate from all the emotional tension going on. I jumped on a bus to go to work, only for that bus to break down, causing me to be late. My boss was not forgiving and wrote me up for the tardy. After four hours of dealing with serving food to college students (many who were flat out rude), I attended a meeting with a school Occult/Witchcraft club where I was lectured at every suggestion I made about ritual work being unethical or too extreme. I missed the bus going home and had to wait an hour for the next. Upon getting home, the first thing I saw upon getting on Facebook were pictures of my ex on a date with former best friend, who had a crooked nose a year after me breaking it. To top off the night, my roommate’s cat knocked over the last bit of alcohol I had that night, so I could not even get a buzz.

That would be my worst day. Not the worst series of days, but definitely the worst single day. Got to love how the little things pile up.

Entry 21:

Alrighty thank all of you guys for playing along and let the voting begin!

My Worst day Ever Entries 1-10:

Entry 1
Entry 2
Entry 3
Entry 4
Entry 5
Entry 6
Entry 7
Entry 8
Entry 9
Entry 10

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My Worst Day Ever Entries 11-21:

Entry 11
Entry 12
Entry 13
Entry 14
Entry 15
Entry 16
Entry 17
Entry 18
Entry 19
Entry 20
Entry 21

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anon97554939 · March 10, 2021, 6:43am

Some of these stories took a great amount of courage to share, so I’m proud of you all. Best of luck

anon25000386 · March 10, 2021, 6:51am

Thanks for having the contest, I’m glad I got a chance to share my mishap and hope it helps others.

anon8398376 · March 10, 2021, 7:56am

I just read a few of the stores, I’ll have to read the rest tomorrow. Thank you all for sharing. I’m glad I’ve seen this post. I was thinking about making a post a few hours ago about some humiliating trauma that’s happened to me that’s lead to blockages.

I hope to hear about how some of you have pushed past these bad memories.

anon97554939 · March 11, 2021, 6:05am

Bump! Please remember to vote and maybe take a minute to consider… someone always has it worse, if in this moment, you’re living in a moment like one of these heartfelt stories.

anon97554939 · March 13, 2021, 2:37am

Bump. Have my kids this weekend, so I’ll prob forget

John_Wick · March 13, 2021, 2:42am

Damn these are sad

anon25000386 · March 13, 2021, 10:20pm

Everyone please read the stories and cast your vote.

anon97554939 · March 16, 2021, 6:35am

Bump! probably my final bump as I somewhat have plans/sleep planned for tomorrow- 21 hours roughly to get those votes in.

anon97554939 · March 16, 2021, 1:22pm

I honestly thought I would be sleeping by now, but it seems I have a bit of inner turmoil, some of which is normal and some of which is related to this cute little contest. I legitimately did not realize we had so much need for emotional healing around here, and expected mostly funny worst days stories.

I’m super proud of you all, for sharing your experiences I know they were hard to share, hard to talk about, and hard to deal with. I may not share your exact experiences but goodness knows I’ve seen trauma in my life and those I’ve allowed to get close to me, so I’ve made the executive decision to amend the rules slightly, because sometimes life just fcking sucks.

I’m still sending the first place story winner a Luck/money servitor that I created specifically for this contest last week. I’ve been bouncing back and forth on whether or not I should it send it to all participants instead and I decided not to.

But I did decide to send the first place story the luck/money servitor and a servitor I created about a month ago that is designed to aid and facilitate the healing of emotional traumas.

I feel like there is a lot of healing that needs to take place here, some of you clearly have worked on that and others have a long ways to go, so I’m going to share the emotional healing servitor with anyone that

Participated by sharing their story
Bumps their pm where they shared their story with me for this contest.

I don’t want to spam anyone, or send you guys things you don’t want, so please if you would like access to the emotional healing servitor, go ahead and bump that pm you sent me and sometime late tonight or tomorrow, after the contest has official ended, I will send you those details.

I do ask due to the nature of the work I do off this forum, that you please keep the servitors specifics for summoning between you, me and the gatepost but I welcome you all to take advantage of this extra freebie, and to share your experiences with me, the forum and anyone else you’d like to share them with. Both servitors will be able to not only affect your life, but those you send them to affect-though I will mention both are essentially new servitors and it may or may not take time for them to become proficient at the things you task them with and to learn all of the aspects of their jobs. Have faith, patience and the addition to your practice will hopefully be a positive one.

Something else to note is, I will accept your request for the emotional healing servitor beyond the close of these polls, as I don’t really think it’s fair to give you a deadline on a last minute decision.

anon97554939 · March 16, 2021, 10:24pm

Bump you guys have roughly six hours left to vote for the winner of the luck/money servitor

anon25000386 · March 17, 2021, 1:56am

I appreciate your gesture and where it’s coming from, I myself am ok. My trauma with THAT spirit is 20 years old. I’m over it lol

anon97554939 · March 17, 2021, 4:18am

It looks like Entry six is the winner, I’m not sure if she wants her user name out there or not so I’m going to confirm that with her, and send out servitors in the morning.

Thanks to everyone who participated and voted.

dagar · March 17, 2021, 4:24am

Awesome! You’re awesome for doing this btw!

anon97554939 · March 17, 2021, 7:02pm

Alright guys, Entry number 6/the winner has asked me not to reveal her user name, so I am going to keep that between me, myself and I.

I just wanted to bump this to let you all know I’ve sent servitors to her, and the emotional healing servitor to everyone whose bumped their pm to me so far, if you still would like to jump on this, feel free to bump your pm in my box and I’ll send it over whenever I see your bump.

anon25000386 · March 20, 2021, 1:32am

Hail entry six, our peers the LHP magi have spoken thier will. So mote it be.

Keteriya your too cool for putting this on!

anon97554939 · March 20, 2021, 3:18am

Thanks

I want to apologize to anyone who got messed up screen shots for the healing servitor- I think I sent you all new ones, but if I missed someone, please just pm me and let me know

If anyone still needs to get access to the healing servitor please bump your pm to me and I’ll send that over as soon as I see it.

anon25000386 · March 20, 2021, 3:18am

Hail entry six, our peers the LHP magi have spoken thier will. So mote it be.

Keteriya your too cool for putting this on!