Lowest Point of Your Life?

Lately I have had all sorts of problems going on in my life. They just seem to mount and almost like the scene from Office Space, every day of my life seems worse than the day before. I know there are people though who have it many times worse off than me. I want to help put everything in perspective for myself.

My question is, what was the lowest your life ever got? And what did you do to help yourself out? Counseling, friends, booze, just toughing it out, etc? Please only serious responses.

Usually it helps to get a good workout in. For me, I’d go for a good ride on my bike and I’d come back with a clear head. Now that the weather sucks I’m not riding, and I definitely feel like im going insane most of the time.

I myself feel like my life has been continously deteriating since I was 12. It’s pretty fucking sad I spend most of my time here on my computer.

I wish I knew what to tell ya.

Mine were the last 10 seconds I spent reading this thread.

About four years ago my wife left me and I wasted a lot of time and money trying to get her back. I blew way too much money and lost my job. I ended up homeless and sleeping in a park. (For the record, this is the second time I was homeless. In high school I was homeless for a while, too, after my mother ran off with one of her boyfriends. But, that’s a-whole-nother story.) I had no money, no family, no friends, and no job. I wanted to commit suicide.

I ended up taking a low wage job at a restaurant chain where I knew the manager. I met a girl who needed a roommate and I got in there pretty cheap. I got a second job. Etc, etc.

It took about three years to really get completely back on my feet and living comfortably again. Of course, I am still feeling some of the side effects of the whole thing. You don’t really think about getting your credit card payments in on time when you don’t have a roof over your head.

Putting me aside, I hope things get better for you and I hope you can find a way to make yourself happy. Good luck to you.

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Right now is the worst point of my life. It’s hard when your only 20 and you already have BP and hormone problems.

Man, I’m opening up here and throwing myself on the table…
A few years back, I came home from Iraq. Within a few weeks after deployment, my enlisted ended. I came home, far away from military life, a civilian.
I came home a hero. Everywhere I went, people treated me well, they were glad to see me home. I partied like a rock star, not paying for a drink for over a month. Three seperate wonderful women were waiting for me. Life was grand.
Soon, that wore off though. I chose the wrong girl, and that is a tale of despair in itself. Substance abuse caught up to me. I worked a mundane job. Naturally, people moved on over what I had done, where I had been, but I was still stuck in the past. PTSD had touched my life, and nobody around me could even understand. I had no peers or support group and I was to proud to seek help. Depression reared it’s ugly head.
-On a side note, it is interesting to observe a vicious cycle I went through. Depression breeds laziness, which breeds boredom, which breeds depression. I was to f-ed up to want to leave the house, I grew bored and depressed staying at the house.-
Like I said, I was going through relationship woes, social anxiety, addiction, the works. I hit a personal rock bottom.
Within my slump, I had a moment of clarity. I can’t explain it, but it hit me. I knew things would get better. Things might get worse first, but they would improve. I felt like at the bottom, you could only look up.
I met my wife at this time. As corny as it may sound, she was part of my moment of clarity. I felt beyond a doubt, she was an angel sent to save me. I know, I know, sappy as hell, but it was true. I am a better man, a complete man, because of her entering my life.
After 1 1/2 years of struggling on the civilian side, I felt a calling to go back into the military. This time around, my mindset was different. It has helped turn my life around.
I don’t know what to tell you, or what a solution is. Hang in there, don’t give up hope. Things may get worse, but they will get better. Friends, family, counseling may help, but ultimately, you are the only one who can make a difference in your life.

Wish I could help you. I have had some tough times like everyone else. I have yet to find a magical solution for happiness. Life can be hard even when things seem to go well. It s really cliched but if you can enjoy the little things on this journey while you put in the work the big things take care of themselves.

Make good choices. Stay way from drugs and alcohol, especially when you are unhappy. Don’t stop working and going to school. Interact with people. You will break out of this depression.

Life can be fucking brutal. In just over a year, a hurricane destroyed our house three days before we were set to sell it for a big profit, I had a near fatal car accident, my Dad died, a friend commited suicide, and my job turned into a nightmare because two docs quit, leaving me their responsibilities. So I lived that year in a FEMA trailer, broke, in severe pain, and still worked 90 hours a week.

But remember this-"Successful people overcome their problems, unsuccessful ones are overcome by their problems." Look for solutions, look for a way out; it may take a long time, but if you keep at it, you'll find it.                            Doc

I had a pretty rough go at er about two years ago. Went into my first season of university football(this was actually 3 years ago) 4 games in when i got my first start we had our rookie initiation party and they made me wrestle one of the d-ends, just jokingly of course not a real fight or anything, but when we locked up my back leg slipped on a puddle of bear and he landed full force right on my kneecap. The leg totally hyperextended(think willis mcgahee)
Had full tears of the ACL and LCL, partial tear of the MCL, the biceps femoris and semi-t hamstrings ripped from the bone and roled up into my ass and i had peroneal nerve damage and couldnt move my lower leg.

Came out of the frist surgery with the doctor telling me going in he thought it was just an ACL tear. 30 staples, and 1 frankenstein later they told me i would never play sports again and would likely have drop foot for the rest of my life and walk with a limp. I obviously got severly depressed and where id always been interested in school i was off for 4 weeks with out class, hopped up on intense pain killers(even after i could return to class) and simply could not focus in class.

ended up on academic probation for my next year. after 8 weeks the nerve damage went away and i could walk, but i still had to have a second surgery to repair the ACL(they left it because of the size of the first surgery) did that, tried to play next year started the first four games but the pain was a little much( had just been cleared to walk a month before season) stopped playing.

Anyway at that time my Girlfriend and I were moved in together, shed came up to go to school with me. We ended up having problems and my 5 year relationship went down the drain when she accidently sent me an email while she was on a trip to toronot. It was from her to one of her friends but she had put me on the CC for some reason, and it read “look at the pic of this hot guy im going out with tommorow”…made me throw up…I took the next half term off school, got my personal training cert then went back to school at my hometown university.

I still see my ex around but it deosnt bother me at all. In fact all of it simply lit a fire under my ass to get in the best shape humanly possible. Im not gonna pretend like it wasnt a tough year. initially alot of booze, alot of weed and alot of late nights. In the end, i feel like a stronger more well rounded person because of it. When life sucks think fuck it i could have been born a squirrel.

Ps read the “art of power” great book

-“Successful people overcome their problems, unsuccessful ones are overcome by their problems.”

millionaire mindset great book.

[quote]bulldogmedic wrote:
On a side note, it is interesting to observe a vicious cycle I went through. Depression breeds laziness, which breeds boredom, which breeds depression. I was to f-ed up to want to leave the house, I grew bored and depressed staying at the house.-
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Very true. Depression is a vicious cycle. It leads to all kinds of poor decisions.

To the OP: Hearing other tales of woe may help put things in perspective, and I think everyone here would agree that there’s always someone out there that has it worse, but you really need to take steps to improve your situation. Figure out what the issues are. Take small steps to improve them. Keep your head up and try to remain positive – Yeah, I know that can be the hardest one. Realize that your situation may not improve overnight, but as long as you keep moving forward, things will get better.

And, as “un-manly” as it sounds, I’m sure there are several people on this site that would be more than willing to talk to you. Sometimes talking helps. Don’t let pride get in the way.

Wow, hats off to malonetd.

To the OP, I’m still young and my life has been easy going in comparison to others that have posted, but I find it helps to have something to aspire to, just think:

“What would Batman do?”

[quote]malonetd wrote:
To the OP: Hearing other tales of woe may help put things in perspective.[/quote]

Seriously. Yours in particular.

Within the past two months I broke up with my GF of three years, had been drinking heavier than I normally would in college, and basically chose to drop out of school. Albeit to follow my dream (soon enough.)

The break up hit me hard. The drinking didnt help at all. I lost all motivation in school. I heard shit from everyone I know about following my dream. I had just been feeling really, really shitty lately.

Hearing some of these stories makes me feel like a pussy for even thinking I had it bad. I obviously dont like when other people suffer through shitty situations, but it definitly reassures me it could be much worse.

To the OP, I think you’d agree that things could be much worse. That doesnt mean you’re not going through a hard time, but it might help to realize what you do have going for you, no matter how small or insignificant you think they are.

[quote]Zap Branigan wrote:

Make good choices. Stay way from drugs and alcohol, especially when you are unhappy. Don’t stop working and going to school. Interact with people. You will break out of this depression.[/quote]

Listen to Zap, he speaks the truth.

Nobody was around to tell me that when I was your age.
My mother died in a horseback riding accident when I was a baby.
My brother died in a helicopter crash in Viet Nam.
My father got drunk and drove his car off a cliff when I was in college. That was no accident.

So I gave up an Ivy league graduate education to go play rock and roll. After a few years, I gave up rock and roll for heroin. Heroin killed my lover and my best friend. I finally gave up heroin so I could be a mother to my children.

And the rest is history.

Keep your chin up, and your eyes on tomorrow.

one other thing ill say to the OP. when your in a rut you have to ACTIVLY seek out ways to improve your situation, like someone said above, the biggest thing depression seems to spawn is laziness and a lack of initiative. Small things can work, get a haircut, switch the gym your going to or workout your doing, up your cardio, try something wierd, pick up a sport youve never played and try and get good at it. i say this because sometimes you just have to change everything about your surroundings to get going. Thers many things that can help, its hard without knowing your situation. Surround yourself with friends, like the song says “work hard to bridge gaps in geogrophy, because the older you get the more you need the people who knew you when you were young”. and another i always loved “be careful whos advice you buy, but be patient with those who supply it. advice is a form of nostalgia, dispensing it is a way of fishing the past from the disposal, painting over the ugly parts and recycling it for more then its worth”. That quote really helped me listen to my parents. I tend to forget there real people and not just mom and dad and they tell you truth based on experience. Hope it works out for the best

[quote]Yo Momma wrote:
Zap Branigan wrote:

Make good choices. Stay way from drugs and alcohol, especially when you are unhappy. Don’t stop working and going to school. Interact with people. You will break out of this depression.

Listen to Zap, he speaks the truth.

Nobody was around to tell me that when I was your age.
My mother died in a horseback riding accident when I was a baby.
My brother died in a helicopter crash in Viet Nam.
My father got drunk and drove his car off a cliff when I was in college. That was no accident.

So I gave up an Ivy league graduate education to go play rock and roll. After a few years, I gave up rock and roll for heroin. Heroin killed my lover and my best friend. I finally gave up heroin so I could be a mother to my children.

And the rest is history.

Keep your chin up, and your eyes on tomorrow.

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wow…props

Without question, the lowest point in my life would have to be the time I got involuntarily committed to a mental hospital last April. I made a foolish mock-suicidal gesture just to piss off my mom, and you know what the bitch ho did? She called the mental health authorities to come out and get me. I insisted that I had no intent to harm myself, and that it was all just theatrics, but the committment officer lied on his paperwork to get me locked up for the hospital’s benefit. What followed was three days of sheer terror at the hands of incompetent, abusive psychiatric nurses. I was forced to take all kinds of strange sedatives and anti-psychotic drugs even though I had never been diagnosed with a mental disorder. Oh and the whole time I was surrounded by a large group of the most hardcore, raging fucktards the planet has to offer. There was a sexual assault by a female staff member against a female patient. It was truly the most damaging experience of my life, “getting help” in the mental hospital. I would rather have gone to prison.

[quote]iflyboats wrote:
Without question, the lowest point in my life would have to be the time I got involuntarily committed to a mental hospital last April. I made a foolish mock-suicidal gesture just to piss off my mom, and you know what the bitch ho did? She called the mental health authorities to come out and get me. I insisted that I had no intent to harm myself, and that it was all just theatrics, but the committment officer lied on his paperwork to get me locked up for the hospital’s benefit. What followed was three days of sheer terror at the hands of incompetent, abusive psychiatric nurses. I was forced to take all kinds of strange sedatives and anti-psychotic drugs even though I had never been diagnosed with a mental disorder. Oh and the whole time I was surrounded by a large group of the most hardcore, raging fucktards the planet has to offer. There was a sexual assault by a female staff member against a female patient. It was truly the most damaging experience of my life, “getting help” in the mental hospital. I would rather have gone to prison.[/quote]

          Why would you call your mother a "bitch ho"?

You don’t even belong here with that pathetic story. That’s what you deserved for intentionaly trying to hurt the person who is your one and only mother by a stupid immature stunt like that. You probably have excuses to justify that, but I would say there is no excuse for it if you’re being honest. If you had problems with your mom, you don’t “fix” them by “fixing” her by intentionaly trying to hurt her mentally.

   These other people have real honest hardship stories, yours is pathetic. That's my opinion.

                 ToneBone 

I had a near death experience alone when I was peaking on an eighth of mushrooms about 2 years back. It completely fucked my head up and took me until last year to stop thinking about death every single day. I remember after it happened I couldn’t sleep for days and I was seriously considering suicide for about 3 weeks.

What helped me was talking about it to my friends and not keeping it inside when things got real bad. Mostly what got me through it was mental toughness and will to overcome my severe mental state.

My advice is to talk with your loved ones about your worries and strive to believe in a new day when things will get better.

-dizzle