When was your life at an all time low?

Question

Was there a time in your life when you felt the world had ganged up on you, that bad things kept coming your way? How long did it last and how did you handle it?

Answer 1

My whole life has been pretty dark, but when I was in Jr. High (what we call middle school these days) was the worst. My dad was mentally ill and because of this was not able to share himself emotionally with me. I'm a guy. Boys need a father figure to mold themselves after. I didn't have that. There was no emotional connection between me and my father.

Usually, when this happens to a boy, he turns to his mother and gets his emotional needs met through her. Unfortunately, my mother was not emotionally available either. I grew up lacking any emotional connection to anyone. By the time I was old enough to play with other kids, I was utterly unprepared and always felt like an outsider. I had not learned how to connect emotinoally with anyone.

My entire childhood went on like that. By the time I reached puberty - a time when everyone has a hard time, I was really in a bad place. I didn't deal with any of the emotions I was going through. I simply suppressed them. It was a horrible way to be.

I'm now in my early forties and I'm only just know starting to understand what happened to me. All those bottled up emotions are resurfacing and I'm only now starting to deal with them.

Find someone to share your deepest hurts with now. If you don't you will burry them inside yourself and they don't just go away. You'll carry them forever until the force their way out eventually.

Answer 2

Well actually I'm pretty much at that point in my life right now. Me and my husband had a fight last night and seem like my life went to crap in one night. He said some really hurtful things last night. I mean we have fought before and said things, but last night the things he said cut me really deep. Anyway i don't know i actually thought about killing myself last night and ending it all, but didn't and I'm still here. Guess that maybe counts for something. Sorry i let all this out on you and you don't even know me. Hope that if you are going through a tough time that i didn't make it worse. Hope everything in your life gets better and you are happy :).

Answer 3

There was a time for me as I'm sure for everyone. It lasted for for as long as it took me to finally realize that I have to power of prayer and that with that I can change every bad thing by forgiving and helping others and that my thoughts dont have to be carried out. So I clean up (everyday) stinking thinking and started being responsible for my OWN actions. Give yourself a big HUG. JESUS LOVES YOU AND HE WILL ALWAYS BE THERE FOR YOU.READ THE BIBLE AND HAVE FAITH IN THE ONLY TRUE GOD.

Answer 4

I did it to myself, so I really shouldn't complain. I was a heavy gambler and I got fired from my job because I was stealing money and scratch tickets. I knew it was wrong and I didn't care, I guess. This was a very long time ago and I wish I had never done it.

Answer 5

When l found out that my former best friend had been sleeping with my husband, in my house, my bed right under my nose yet l did not know. Never thought l was gonna recover from that.

Answer 6

the seven years that i abused drugs. it lasted too long...my mother snapped me out of it. after she cussed me out, she reminded me that she raised me to do good things with my life & i had the power to turn my situation around if i took responsibility for my life being the way it was.

that was March 9, 1988. seems like a lifetime ago today.

Answer 7

when I was 17 my mom and step dad got divorced (my real father died when I was 3) my step father became abusive to me, my mom, and my 2 younger brothers, and I decided to move out. I started trying cigaretts, black and milds, etc. cutting my wrist, got depressed then got on zoloft. I never got hooked on anything but the cutting though. Luckily my boyfriend (now husband) made me stop because he said he didn't want to see me hurting myself. I did stop then moved in with his grandma and lived there until we got married on February 23, 2006. Now we have our own house and I am back in church, etc. If it wasn't for him I'd be dead right now.

Answer 8

When my sister got a severe mental disorder and my parent's marriage fell apart. I was only in like 4th grade at the time so it was very hard on me emotionally. My mom noticed a change in my behaviour and sent me to a therapist, even though I got pretty mad at her. It did help, though, talking to someone who wouldn't tell you to shut up.

Love you, mom. <3

Answer 9

When my ex-husband decided that drugs were more important than our new marriage and new baby. I felt alone, scared and helpless. Luckily, I was able to divorce his sorry butt and find a wonderful man who is raising his daughter for him

Answer 10

The death of the core members of my support group in AA...triggered by the death of my grandmother and my best friend.
Annie Murelda and Sylvia Cintron died on the monday and wednesday of the same week...and I found out about both their passings on a Friday afternoon...ten minutes apart.
For the next eighteen months another eight people would pass beyond the veil...all from cancer or the virus.
My first sponsor santos Alvarez died around fifth in line...and Iolene Catalano ...my sponsor at the time was the last to go. Skinny and emaciated her skin gone translucent and the trememndous pain she was in...she asked me to take her life in the narrow confines of that hospital room...and I knew I could never go back to see her without saying yes to her request...and the bomb went off in my psyche...as the schizophrenia came up from the depths to explode in to my waking awareness.
Alone...rejected by the living for I was surrounded by too much death for other AA members to handle...neurotic and psychotic from the emerging schizophrenia and the manic depression looping through the endless grief to join it...I became homeless and found myself in a shelter for homeless men.
I was diagnosed there...started taking meds...but it is Marsha Linehan's Dialectic Behavioural therapy and Julia Cameron's Morning pages that stopped the long slide into madness...and my unrelenting work using the tools they provided...that allowed me to take the long climb back up to sanity.
I knew early on that I was not going to stay on meds and that meant acquiring skills sets I did not possess. DBT therapy and the morning pages were the foundation of the pyramid. Once the base was made from solid granite I began to rebuild my life.
Grandma and Sylvia died in 1994(I never get the year right)and I became homeless and was diagnosed in April 1997. From the moment I began to use DBT and the Morning Pages...I began to study people who had transformed themselves from within a system or institution. I studied Malcolm X, Anwar Sadat, Mahatma Gandhi, Nelson Mandela and Viktor Frankl. These were people who transformed themselves under brutal conditions all of whom had epiphanies that they acted on. I became intimate with the concept of the paradigm shift and Steven Covey's 'circle of influence' thanks to Greg Corley a socialworker in the shelter..a marvelous human being who taught me so much there is not enough room.
My transformation continues to this day. I am med free for five years. I live in the same studio I moved to from the shelter. I pay my rent ahead of time. I know pain is a part of life...and misery...an option...
I surround myself with good people as I amgood to myself.
And I learned to judge my behaviour and correct it...without standing in judgment of myself.
I am slowly beginning to enjoy the nuances of life...and I thank you for allowing me to visit the memory of those who witnessed my path and pain...and for allowing me to love them back ...as they loved me. Peace and blessings be upon you and yours.