#rebuilding after loss

[rudeyankeesdaily]

The Power of Failure: How Losing Can Be Your Biggest Win

“The greatest teacher is failure.” – Master Yoda Let’s face it—we’ve all failed.At something, sometime, somewhere.But what if I told you that your biggest failure is actually your most powerful weapon? I suppose you’ve heard this phrase over and over! Yes, I’m here to dismantle the myth that winning is everything. In fact, in the real world—the world of dreamers, leaders, warriors,…

[shrikeseams]

I wish I had less strong celegorm opinions, because I can no longer entertain a reborn celegorm who hasn't turned as comprehensively on orome as huan turned on celegorm.

Like. Given the chance, I think post-beleriand celegorm *would* help a near-stranger damn orome to everlasting darkness.

[crehador]

goooood morning nice haul today (*￣▽￣)b

[manuelnunezmd]

Rebuilding Resilience After Losing Your Home to a Fire: Lessons from the Maui Wildfires

Dive deeper into the journey of rebuilding resilience after losing your home to a devastating fire, using the Maui wildfires as a poignant example.

Introduction The recent wildfires in Maui have left extensive devastation, destroying homes and upending lives. For those who have lost everything, the road ahead is long and challenging. Rebuilding physically is one feat, but reconciling emotionally can be even more difficult. In this article, we’ll explore the multitude of challenges individuals face after losing their homes to fires. Drawing…

[guldaastan]

it's very surreal to see posts about palestine dwindling down after the ceasefire. israel is still blocking aid to and trying to make life difficult for palestinians in gaza. we still have to continue to speak up about gaza.

in this ceasefire, many palestinians are trying to rebuild in attempts to try and return to what they had before the genocide. despite the heavy and unbearable loss of life that gaza has experienced, her people continue to try to make a better world for their children.

alaa is a mother of two young children. she wants to rebuild her house and get a better future for her children. please have heart and consider helping her out. her fundraiser has been verified.

please donate here

[ismails]

Please help me rebulid my Bakery

Vetted here by @90-ghost

I'm Ismail Almughanni an entrepreneur from devastated Gaza trying his best to rebuild his Bakery 🍞🥐🥖

On a quiet morning, the aroma of freshly baked bread filled the street, signaling the start of a new day at your small bakery, a place you took immense pride in. For years, this bakery had been a haven where people from all around would gather to enjoy the warm, delicious pastries and bread that you carefully crafted. It was a symbol of hard work, a beacon of hope, and a destination for anyone seeking a taste of comfort amidst life's challenges.

But one day, in the blink of an eye, everything changed. The sounds of bombing began to shake the city, and it wasn’t long before the fires of war reached your neighborhood. There was no warning, no chance to escape or save what you could. Shells rained down on the district that housed your beloved bakery. You watched helplessly from a distance, unable to do anything.

Minutes passed like hours. When the noise finally subsided, and the thick smoke that blocked out the sun began to clear, you looked towards your cherished place. It was destroyed.

The walls that once protected you and brought you closer to your customers had collapsed, and the oven where you had kindled the flames of hope had turned to ash. Everything was shattered, broken, as if that place had never been a sanctuary of peace and comfort.

But the destruction wasn’t just physical. The pain in your heart was far greater than any material loss, a place filled with beautiful memories now reduced to rubble. The moments when you saw smiles on people’s faces as they savored your bread, the laughter that echoed through the bakery—those were now just memories, dissolving in the ashes of devastation.

As days went by, you tried to piece together the fragments, not just of the bakery but of yourself as well. You knew rebuilding wouldn’t be easy, and the wounds left by the war wouldn’t heal quickly. But you also knew that the hope you had infused into your bread would remain alive in your heart, even if the tables and chairs were destroyed, even if the bakery itself was gone.

The bakery may have been destroyed by war, but its spirit lives on in you, in everyone who tasted your bread, and in everyone who walked into that small place and found a slice of happiness.

Here the pictures show Ismail doing his job as a baker, but in the harsh war, after he had a large bakery, he started baking and helping people in an old oven made of clay. His first and last concern was to help people.🌾���🥖

Vetted here by @90-ghost

[ejaydoeshisbest]

I am friendless.

Friendlessness has crept into my life so steadily, so relentlessly, that even writing the word feels like a strange admission—something I'd never have imagined a decade ago. Back then, I had friends. I was lit with ambition, starting a career that seemed like the start of a long climb. I had drive, independence, and an undeniable sense of direction. But somewhere along the way, things blurred, and that clarity eroded. So now, I'm here, sorting through the years, trying to map out where it all went wrong.

In high school, I was already an outsider. I didn’t belong, not really, and I didn’t try hard to change that. They had their worlds, and I had mine, so I stayed distant, watching their conversations from the outside, feeling the sting of being separate. When I tried to blend in, it felt forced. It felt like I was wearing a fragile mask. Still, a part of me felt compelled to keep trying, to at least pretend. I laughed along, sat at the edge of their circles, joined the conversations, though they left me feeling hollow.

College was my reset. I made a conscious choice to try, to change, to be “one of them” for once. I mimicked the ways of people I admired, those who seemed confident, well-liked. I learned the laughs, the glances, the postures that could make someone more approachable. And it worked, at least on the surface. My life started filling with the color and noise I had longed for—stories shared late into the night, plans made with people I found inspiring, infectious, even.

But the mask had its price. Some connections were real, but others, I realize now, were as flimsy as my attempts to keep up. I spent myself on people who were self-centered, toxic, and exhausting, but that high of being “liked,” of being wanted in a group, kept me going. There was a thrill in it, a strange power. For once, I felt polished, put together. I had a purpose, a path that felt justified.

Then, somewhere along the way, something in me snapped, took a complete 180. I withdrew, cutting people off with a coldness I didn’t fully understand. I convinced myself I didn’t need them, that with graduation looming, it didn’t matter. Maybe it was the books I read, maybe it was a new urge to explore solitude, independence, some untapped “artist” identity I thought I needed to embrace. The experiment was over. Or so I thought.

Looking back, I see how I convinced myself of a lie. While I still love solitude, crave it even, I know that this version of myself is incomplete. There’s a part of me that longs for connection just as deeply as it longs to be left alone. It’s hard to reconcile these two sides: the part of me that wants isolation and the part that wants to be noticed, understood, maybe even loved. I want to sit alone with my books, my thoughts, my creations, and yet I want to be out in the world, laughing, connecting, sharing stories until morning.

It’s taken me years to see how I let myself fall into this trap, believing I was fine on my own, that needing people was a weakness. I became a “lone wolf,” I told myself, someone strong enough to walk away from connections. But I went too far, let it solidify until it became who I was—or thought I was.

Now I’m here, trying to piece it all together, feeling like I’ve forgotten how to reach out, how to reconnect with those I once held close. After years of solitude, resentment, and stubbornness, I’ve grown so jaded that even being around others feels foreign. There’s a bitterness I carry, an aura of failure, and I know it seeps into every interaction, whether I intend it to or not.

So, this is my work now, my cocoon phase, where I rebuild. I need to unravel the knots of isolation and pride, and to face the parts of me that I buried along the way. To grow, I need to start small: forgiving myself, for one. For the mistakes, the years I lost to stubborn independence, the damage done. I need to learn that connection is not weakness, that reaching out is not defeat. Vulnerability is strength, the courage to bridge the gaps I let form.

This means accepting invitations even when the discomfort feels sharp. It means reaching out, sometimes awkwardly, to people I once shut out, not with grand gestures but simple words. I’ve missed you. How have you been? I’ll relearn the art of conversation, of shared interests, of showing up without pretending. And I need to balance it all with boundaries to stay authentic, to resist slipping back into the masks of before.

There’s no undoing the past, but I can commit to growth from here. With each connection I rebuild, with each moment of vulnerability, I can reclaim pieces of myself I thought I’d lost. And maybe, if I’m lucky, I’ll find that this time, the connections I build will be rooted in something real.

Words: Ejay Diwas

[365momme]

Creating New Family Traditions After Loss

When you go from a family of four to a family of three, everything shifts. The world tilts on its axis, and life suddenly feels unfamiliar. In our case, moving from a family life that revolved around illness and addiction to one where there’s “free time” is something we’ve had to navigate carefully. The transition can feel overwhelming, particularly when you’re also dealing with the loss of a…

[financia012]

What Would You Do if You Lost All Your Possessions?

What would you do if you lost all your possessions? In an instant, everything you own is gone. Your home, clothes, gadgets, and all the comforts of life are no longer yours. It’s a terrifying thought, but one worth contemplating. What would you do if you lost all your possessions? This scenario, though extreme, helps us reflect on what truly matters in life and how we can rebuild. Here’s how…

[emanabosedo]

My name is Eman, and I am a mother of three young children. Until recently, we had a home, a life, and a sense of stability in Gaza. I ran a small office, worked hard to provide for my family, and like any mother, I dreamed of a better future for my children.

But everything changed in an instant. The war in Gaza destroyed our home, my office, and my livelihood. In a matter of moments, our lives were turned upside down, and we were forced to flee, leaving behind the only life we knew.

Now, my children and I are refugees in a new city, trying to find a way to rebuild from nothing. We have lost not just our home and possessions but also our sense of security and hope. My children ask me daily when we can go home, but I have no answer for them. The war has taken everything from us.

I am reaching out for help because I believe in the kindness and generosity of people. With your support, we can start to rebuild our lives. Donations will go towards finding a safe place for my children, securing basic necessities, and eventually, rebuilding a new future for us all.

Your contribution, no matter how small, will make a huge difference in our lives. Please help us rebuild after this unimaginable loss. Together, we can restore hope for my children and give them the chance to heal and thrive.

Thank you for your kindness and support.

Sincerely,

Eman

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[dragon-in-a-fez]

okay so I have this idea for a new therapy thing. basically the idea is after an abusive relationship or a combat deployment or anything that might conceivably leave you with PTSD and a loss of ability to reasonably gauge how bad the shit that happened to you actually was, you sit there with a mental health professional for like, a solid 30 to 60 minutes, you tell them short vignettes of your experiences and they respond ONLY by rating how fucked up each one was on a scale from 1 to 10 and then you move on. the objective isn't to reflect deeply on specific experiences but to get a sustained series of reassurances that what you went through was, in fact, That Bad and gradually rebuild your trust in your own present and future ability to judge when what you're going through isn't okay.

currently calling it Rapid Fire Affirmation and Recalibration Therapy (RAP-FART). working title, open to feedback.

[riding-with-the-wild-hunt]

vetted fundraisers from today. please please keep sharing and donating as you're able. even the smallest contribution of time, effort, or resources is worthwhile!

july 1st:

Tahani Shorbajee, her husband, their three children, and six other family members ($15,423/$50,000) - @tahanishorbaje2, verified by @/el-shab-hussein

The Ayyad family of eight, including four children ($16,222/$35,000) - @aymanayyad82, verified by @/nabulsi

Muhammad Al-Azayza and family, including two children, one of whom has Down syndrome (kr7,590 SEK/kr200,000 SEK) - @hamouda-az, verified by @/sayruq

Basel Ayyad and his family of eight, including sick daughter whose condition is deteriorating without treatment (CHF1,828/CHF60,000) - @basel-1995, verified by @/sayruq

Shahed Muhammad and her family, including several children, one of whom needs treatment for hepatitis ($7,555/$50,000) - @shahednhall, verified by @/nabulsi

Ahmed Abu Shammala's family of eight (€9,694/€100,000) - @ahmed8311, verified by @/ibtisams

Ahmed Alanqer, his wife Dina, and their four young children, one a newborn (€22,711/€35,000) - @ahmednimer, @dinaalanqar, verified by @/nabulsi

Dina, her husband, and their three young children (one is a newborn and another needs urgent hepatitis treatment) ($587 CAD/$20,000 CAD) - @dina179, verified by @/ibtisams

Two families with 12 members in total, eight of them children (€2,953/€80,000) - @jrk85, verified by @/nabulsi

Mohammed Al Manasra, his wife, and their three young children (Mohammed needs treatment for chronic respiratory illness) (€7,533/€40,000) - @save-mohammad-family, verified by @/ibtisams

Reuniting four young siblings, one of whom has diabetes, with their parents ($3,405 CAD/$50,000 CAD) - @burningnightgiver, @ahmed79ss, verified by @/90-ghost

Photojournalist Muhammad Al-Thalateeni, his wife Safaa Al Khatib, and their two young children (€21,021/€35,000) - @mohammed-123, verified by @/sayruq

Ahmed Baalousha, his wife Islam, their three children (one a newborn), and three other family members (€14,314/€50,000) - @5735765, #124 on @/el-shab-hussein and @/nabulsi's spreadsheet

The Al Zaeem family of seven, including four children and their severely injured grandfather ($18,263 CAD/$50,000 CAD) - @malkzaeem, @yosofzaeem, verified by @/nabulsi

Hadeel Adnan Abu Nasser and her family of 12 (she is responsible for everyone after the loss of her father and brother) (€1,314/€20,000) - @hadeelgaza, verified by @/90-ghost

Helping Siraj, his wife, and their three young children rebuild their beloved home ($1,924 CAD/$82,000 CAD) - @siraj2024, #219 on @/nabulsi and @/el-shab-hussein's spreadsheet

Noor Ayman and her family of nine, including a young child who needs treatment for hepatitis (kr1,163 NOK/kr700,000 NOK) - @new25hour2, verified by @/90-ghost

Amal Ashour, her husband, and their one-year-old daughter (€747/€30,000) - @amalashuor, verified by @/ibtisams

Newlyweds Noor and Alaa (€37/€25,000) - @nouralaagaza, verified by @/90-ghost

Nael Khalid and his family - @islamgazaaccount2, verified by @/90-ghost

not yet vetted:

Moamen Majed, his four brothers, and their parents ($40/$30,000) - @moamenmajed-gaza

i know this is a long list, but a donation to even one of these campaigns can provide continued life and hope to so many people. if you pause on one post today, let it be here - these families urgently need our support.

[wafafamilygaza]

🚨 Urgent Help Needed! 🚨

Hello, my name is Wafa. My family and I are from Gaza, and we have experienced unimaginable suffering since the war began. We have been displaced five times, losing everything—our home, belongings, and even our sense of security.

The most devastating loss was my father, who passed away on 30/11/2024 🕊️💔. He was the heart of our family, a man full of love and strength. He was battling sarcoma, a painful and aggressive type of cancer. Before the war, he was receiving chemotherapy, but as the war escalated, access to medical care became impossible. We couldn’t even provide him with basic pain relief or nutritious food.

We watched helplessly as his health deteriorated day by day under inhumane conditions. Losing him has left us broken and devastated.

Now, I live with my mother, my three sisters—Nadeen, Walaa, and Liqaa—and my two brothers, Mohamed and Ali, in a tent on our own. We struggle with everything, unable to provide for ourselves or meet even the most basic needs. The tent offers little protection, and we lack access to clean water, food, and proper sanitation. Every day is a challenge just to survive, and the uncertainty of our future weighs heavily on us all.

Your support can make an enormous difference in our lives. It will help us rebuild and regain some stability after losing everything. No donation is too small—every act of kindness brings us closer to a chance for healing and survival.

Donation Link: https://gofund.me/e6d3aee2

From the depths of my heart, I thank you for your compassion and generosity.

Wafa

✅ Our Campaign ✅

🔍 Vetted by @90-ghost here

🔍 Vetted by association in this post

[family-from-palestine]

Don't skip it 🆘🆘Stop

A simple donation can make a big difference 🙏🙏

“From Rubble to Hope: Help a Gaza Family Reclaim Their Future”

Dear Friends,

Imagine waking up one day to find your entire life reduced to rubble. This is the reality my family and I now face. My name mahmoud esmail a 20-year-old Palestinian from Gaza—and this is the story of how a single bombing changed everything for us.

Our home, once a place of warmth and hope, was destroyed in a single moment. Along with it, we lost not only our shelter but everything that made life bearable—our belongings, our books, our tools, and even the medical equipment my siblings used in their studies.

This is our beautiful house after it was bombed. We miraculously survived, thanks to God.

This is our beautiful house after it was bombed. We miraculously survived, thanks to God.

My sister, who was studying medicine, had their dreams shattered when they could no longer attend university. I was also forced to postpone my education. What used to be days filled with learning and striving for a better future turned into endless struggles to secure the basics – food, water, and safety.

On top of this, my youngest sister, Aya, who is only 7 years old, now suffers from constant anxiety, panic attacks, and overwhelming fear. The terrifying sounds of bombings and explosions have left her emotionally scarred. Every night, she wakes up crying, unable to sleep, as the trauma haunts her little heart.

Today, we have nothing left. The dreams we worked so hard to build have been shattered, replaced by an overwhelming sense of loss and hopelessness.

But we refuse to give up. With your help, we can begin to rebuild. Your generosity can help us secure shelter, basic necessities, and the opportunity to resume our education. We hope to raise $70,000 to rebuild our lives and give Aya, and the rest of my family, a sense of safety and hope again.

Vetted by @gazavetters, my number verified on the list is ( #437 )✅️

Every donation, no matter how small, brings us closer to hope. Together, we can turn our pain into progress and give my family a second chance.

Donation now please 🙏

Your support is more than just a donation—it’s a lifeline for a family that refuses to give up on their dreams.

Thank you from the bottom of my heart. Please share our story with your friends and family—it means more than words can express.

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[ahmadwaleed55]

Today, after 15 months of torment, displacement, and living in constant fear, my family and I find ourselves in an unbearably difficult situation. Life has become a daily struggle, and everything we once knew has turned to darkness. The impact of the genocidal war against Gaza has torn us apart, leaving us facing hunger, disease, and a deep sense of loss. Most devastating of all, my sister and I have been unable to attend school, robbing us of our dreams for a better future.

Now, as we prepare to return to northern Gaza, where our home once stood, we carry with us the immense weight of loss. Our home is destroyed, and the emotional and physical scars are deep. The pain is unbearable for my family and me, but despite it all, we have not lost hope. We still dare to dream of a brighter tomorrow—a future where we can rebuild what was taken from us. My personal dream is to continue my education and achieve the goals that have always been within my reach, but now it seems so far away.

However, the road to recovery is long and steep. The cost of rebuilding our lives is overwhelming. Everything we once relied on is either gone or too expensive to restore. The price of basic necessities—food, medicine, shelter—has skyrocketed. The infrastructure is shattered, and even getting the most basic supplies has become a daily challenge. The war has left us with nothing, and with the added financial strain, continuing our education feels impossible without help.

This is why I am reaching out. My family and I need your support now more than ever. We ask not for pity, but for your compassion, your prayers, and your belief in a brighter future for us. We need your help to lift us out of the darkness and give us a chance to rebuild. My sister and I can’t continue our studies without your assistance, and my family cannot start over without your support.

I am Ahmed, and I am asking for your help with the certainty that there are still people like you in this world who believe in second chances.

Please, help us rise again.

Or

Vetted ! ! !

(#167 on the verified fundraiser list by el-shab-hussein and nabulsi) (but we had to make a new gfm campaign cuz our old organizer stopped contacting us).

# dlxxv-vetted-donations

[gaza-giving-tree]

Hossam Al-Qazzaz and his family were finally able to move into their newly rebuilt tent... And now, it looks likely they will be displaced yet again.

Images: Hossam Al-Quzzaz rebuilt his family's tent after it was destroyed in an airstrike on the night of March 17/18, 2025.

@hos-pal

@bashar-qazaz

@hane-qazaz

Written by @rumiandroses

In the early hours of March 17/18, 2025, the ceasefire in Gaza collapsed. Airstrikes lit up the dark night, killing over 400 people.

Sleeping in their tent in the Khan Kunis displacement camp, the Al-Quzzaz family had a nightmarish awakening: their tent collapsing on top of them, their belongings catching fire from the blast.

Hossam, his wife Hanan, and their four children—Bashar (9), Hani (8), Diana (4), and 4-month-old Habiba—managed to scramble out of the wreckage.

Video: Clip from a ten minute Al-Jazeera video, featuring Hossam, as he recounts the night his family's tent was destroyed in an airstrike.

Original Video: [LINK]

"Miraculously, we survived," Hossam wrote to us the next morning, assuring us he and his family were unharmed. The tent, however, was completely destroyed.

“By the grace of the Creator, we were not physically harmed, but we are psychologically and morally broken,” Hossam wrote in the March 19th update on the family's GoFundMe page. “... our hearts are still trembling until now, because we have lost everything. Our tent was completely destroyed, just as our house was destroyed before, and we are now homeless, without food, without clothes, without money…”

The devastating blow was softened a little by the kindness of others; thanks to everyone who donated to the Chuffed campaign our founder, Bethany Grace, created to help the family rebuild, we were able to send the Al-Qazzaz family $788 (€697.48 after conversion)—enough to start constructing another shelter out of sturdy materials.

Hossam, skilled in construction, has been hard at work for the past few weeks, clearing out the debris and reconstructing the family's shelter with materials he was able to obtain.

Every day, Hossam toiled to rebuild his family's shelter. And every long night, the family could barely sleep as brutal airstrikes continued to light up the night.

“The sounds of bombings are everywhere,” Hossam wrote to us one evening. “And the planes fly at a close distance. And fires everywhere.”

A few days ago, the family was able to move back into their shelter together.

But today, Hossam sent us a message that made our blood run cold:

“The tanks are approaching and are almost a kilometer* or a little more away. If [they] come any closer, we'll get out of there because we'll be within range of [their] fire.”

*Kilometer = 0.62 miles

This precious family, already displaced multiple times for over a year, now might be displaced again, under threat of fire. With no stable income and essential supplies priced beyond reach, the Al-Qazzaz family is fighting a daily battle just to keep their children warm, fed, and safe.

The Al-Qazzaz family is one of countless in Gaza enduring wave after wave of trauma, displacement, and loss. And yet, through it all, they have held onto their dignity, their love for each other, and their will to survive. The support of the online mutual aid community has been a lifeline for them—allowing them to feed their children, find temporary shelter, and begin again each time everything is taken from them.

If you are moved by their story and wish to help, the family has a GoFundMe campaign that directly supports their daily essentials—food, medicine, and immediate needs. Every donation, no matter the size, helps them meet the most basic requirements to keep going in impossible circumstances.

Additionally, a Chuffed campaign, organized by the founder of Gaza Giving Tree, is helping to raise funds specifically to aid the family in either rebuilding yet again or evacuating to safety if that becomes possible. This effort is aimed at long-term stability and survival—a future where the children can sleep without fear.

Please consider contributing to one or both campaigns. Your generosity can be the reason this family has a chance at life beyond war and rubble.

The Al-Qazzaz family's campaign has been vetted by @gazavetters and is (#287) on their list of verified campaigns.