I'm currently reading The Leftovers. I've watched the series, but I caught onto it about 1/3 in and I think I missed a good chunk of it. So I decided to read the book to see if it gives me an understanding of what I may have missed. One of the characters in both the book and the series lost her entire family; her husband, and both of her kids. That kind of got me thinking of what would happen if my kids and husband suddenly disappeared and I was left behind not knowing what happened to them. To be perfectly honest, I don't think I could go on. My kids are my life, and not knowing where they were, if they were dead or alive, if they suffered, it would literally drive me insane. But I'd always worry if I did end up bat shit crazy and taking a really long walk off a short pier, what would happen if they came back? I honestly don't know if I could handle that sort of thing, yet most of the characters in the book go through it by finding some way of coping. Most of them are destructive in a sense that even if they aren't physically or mentally damaging to themselves, they're damaging to the people who are still left behind. Could the world even survive such an event without being left in worse condition than it already is? I've been wracking my brain ever since I started reading trying to think of how I would cope, and I truthfully cannot find any answers. I simply cannot wrap my mind around how anyone could continue on with their life as if nothing happened, not without some sort of nonconstructive method of dealing with it, whether it's drinking and drugs, or simply lashing out at everyone that crosses their path. What do you think? Do you think the world would end up worse than it is if there was some type of Rapture event? Would you be able to survive it with your sanity intact, or would you go nuts? I would go nuts, and although I'm not the type of person who resorts to drowning their sorrows, I can predict that's exactly what I would do. I'd probably spend most of my time drinking myself to death, or sleeping my life away to avoid being awake and thinking about what happened. But, I'm an optimist. and a part of me would always cling to the hope that those that were taken would return, which would be the only thing that would keep me from going completely off the deep-end. Every minute of my day would most likely be consumed with the 'what ifs' until it would become an unhealthy obsession, and chances are at some point someone would have me committed. Not exactly a happy future to look forward to. P.S: Sorry for the morbid topic. To apologize here's a tiny kitten.