In your "darkest hour",who or what saved you?

Question

Tell me about your experience

Answer 1

Oh my GOD, i cant tell you what my darkest hour was, it was too much,
1- being fired\
2- finding a job and didnt get paid for 2 months
3- living in a house with no electricity and water
4- no money to live on
5- meeting liers
6- fighting with my best freind because of her stupid boyfreind
7- getting evicted from my house
all these happend in one month of my life which was very cruel, and who stood by me, my Boyfreind, which now is my husband :D, he was there every second, every minute, cheering me up while i was shouting at him, throwing stuff, had a nervous breakdown, i was devastated, he was there, he and GOD my god bless him,... i will never find a way to thank him enough..

Answer 2

I'm sure I haven't even had my darkest hour yet, but in the past, I've always thought of friends, and unfinished things. How I would disappoint them, and leave them all alone. To tell you the truth though, mostly, I just don't want to give up on myself yet. I'm not ready to say I'm done. Because I know I'm not. There are still many things, I want to achieve, before I'll be ready to pass on.

Faith is a big part of it. Whether it's god, or reincarnation that makes you reconsider suicidal thoughts, or anything of the sort. It's a big part of why we decide we can pull through. Also, intolerance to pain, physical and mental. The more you've gone through, the more able you are to deal with pain and sorrow. So sometimes, I would just know that I've been through worse, and this was no big deal, and tomorrow I would know that.

Answer 3

I'll paraphrase. It's going to save us both a lot of time.
This is going to seem disjointed. That's because it is. Things like this don't lay down (Record? Save? what's a good word?) smoothly, as memory. It's pieces here, and pieces there. Sorry.
I was a foot soldier. The group I was with was shelled, and, to cut a long story short, the man in front of me was literally blown apart. I don't know if I hid behind a rock, or in a scrape in the ground. I remember screaming for my parents. And I remember it felt like all hell was breaking loose around me. I remember feeling like there was no one there but me. I don't think I've ever felt so completely alone. It's hard to describe the roaring sound / sensation that happens when you're temporarily deafened. A shell had gone off all of three feet in front of me. And I felt alone. No God, no Gods, no ancestors. I knew I was alive, because no one was there. No one was welcoming me to the next world. I remember, I just stood there, in the smoke, and the dust, and the stink of burnt man, and blood. I looked at the others, covered in dust and blood, and God knows what else. And they didn't look like people. I didn't recognise them. I think I'd been fairly badly stunned by the concussion. Somebody grabbed my arm, and started dragging me, so I just went with them. I don't know who. I don't think it's important that they don't have a name.
Was it my darkest hour? There have been many dark hours, since. I still jump, when cars backfire, and it's a lot of years,since then. I still feel uncomfortable in open places, and in crowds. The dreams never go away, entirely. (Nightmares is such a tacky word. They're incredibly vivid, and frightening dreams).
In answer to your question, a man, just like me. With one exception. He could, when I couldn't. So he did. Good role model - compassion in action.
Justafterthefirst shell hit, that was when I stopped talking to God. Somewhere between then, and when I could hear myself inside my head, shrieking like a wounded animal, I felt abandoned. I had said to God, in my mind, I could really use some help, about now. And I felt nothing. No. That's not entirely true. I felt something. Bereft. Abandoned.
Out of the dust and smoke, came these figures. I recalled the stories of my childhood; how, when my time came, my ancestors would come to greet me. Perhaps they did. Knowing, though, it was not my time, they sent men, in their stead. And one of those men took me to a safer place.
I was saved by a man, and I thank my ancestors.
Thanks for letting me ramble on, a bit. Sorry about all the typo's. I hope this hasn't been all too wierd, and creepy.

Answer 4

Without getting into all the details of a time in my life when the "preverbial" bottom and I met face to face, I will say that, after hitting "less than zero", I had a decision to make: Make a conscious effort to turn my life around or, literally, put a bullet in my brain. I had no thoughts or desires to give up and knew that I wanted to live. I just knew I could not continue to live the way that I had been for so long. You ask, "who" or "what" saved you. I would imagine that many of the answers you will receive to this question will, let's just say, be religious in nature. I hear people say that when they had their "darkest hour", they turned their lives over to "Jesus" or, "the Lord" and miraculously, all was well.
I have always believed that I had "someone" looking out for me. But, I do not believe it was the "Lord", I think perhaps a "guardian" of the "spiritual" kind. Unfortunately, I had gotten myself into that mess, and I was the one who needed to get myself out of it.
I got myself "sober". I had people who were willing to help me, but true change must come from within... and, from within, it came. I dedicated myself to being a better person, but, I've always had a problem with the mentality that says... "I can do anything I want that is bad, as long as I ask for forgiveness and turn my life over to "GOD" when I have had enough of "the down side" of life. It has always seemed to be a "cop-out" to me.

People must respect themselves to achieve personal success, whether it is in a relationship or just in general. It is when people lose that respect that they end up in those "darkest of hours". Self-respect is the one thing that others can not take away from you, it must be given away. The only way to get it back is to look deep within yourself and let yourself off the hook; once that first step has been done, will you be able to regain self-respect. The strength that it takes to do those very difficult things is in all of us. How we choose to use it is up to us. We are the masters of our own destinies and the deciders of our fate and whatever life has in store for us, the decisions that we make are our own, and therefore the mistakes we make are also our own... and our own to make right. It won't be done for us, by anyone, even a "just and compassionate God". If there is such an entity, I think that He/She (whomever) would not intervene, even if they could, for to crawl out of the pit of despair, we each must rely on our own inner strength, and what kind of God would respect us it He or She had to do it for us.

Answer 5

Well, I haven't really had a darkest hour yet, but no matter what, I'll always trust my spirit guides to help me, as they are one of the few thigs that can help.

Also, "Phenomenon" by Sylvia Browne is a great book to read if you are feeling down, and they you are going to die. The part about the Chart is most important.

Although I don't want to die, I do have a feeling that what she says is right.

Answer 6

Mine is a funny example of 'everything happens for a reason'. I was seriously ill for almost a year and I was hopeless. I went on a journey to France with my Mom and my friend in a group of other teenagers and young people to distract myself. It so happened that I fell for a guy from our group who really had nothing in common with me. Our relationship didn't last more than a month cause we were very different but I really started feeling better and basically it treated me. When I think about it now, this short affection and this guy served a good purpose in my life and went away and I can only be thankful for this now.

Answer 7

That's sometime around nearly four years ago, I kept telling myself I had done my best and with my honesty regarding the formidable academic study. With deep sorrow and utmost guilt of half success and half failure, during one morning walk, there's something telling me it's time for you to stop studying right now, it's your duty to advise and teach those waiting Masters Degree students to succeed and serve the school communities. That's one of the bitter episodes warning me to return on the right track.

Answer 8

In my darkest time, the worst time in my life.... I turned to Christ. And the journey with Him has been wonderful !!

Answer 9

Honestly and shortly I can say here to you... I recall that 25 years of my dark past, no one really reached out a hand for me to help me out from that dark moments. My parents abandoned and neglected me all my life for such a long story to tell you. So many people seemed like they wanted to help me out, but they just simply faking and pretending theirselves to do so for me because they didn't really put some important efforts from theirselves to me at all.
I did it myself with my own self-conscience and inner voice within me that keeps saying to me: 'you're gonna lose yourself if you don't hit the dirt''.

Answer 10

My dog. Friends, girlfriend, family, and even house all left me at the same time but my dog was still there. I will never be able to repay him and honestly feel like I owe my life to him. Of course things soon got better, but I will never forget my dog.