YOUR ROCK BOTTOM..... ( Archived) (52)

i think that it is when you reach your lowest point that you find out who you really are and find that strength within that allows you to pick yourself up and become a stronger erson. Hearing all your tales I see now that you all are so much stronger than me because you have been through a lot worse than I. And you have survived.

Wikked thank you. Kris thank you. James thank you. Lori (nwnstar) than you. I am honored that you have shown me what true strength is.

Peter

My relationship with my ex was an abusive one also, mentally. I lost down to 90 something lbs and looked like I was dying. My parents threatened to take me home with them.

I looked into the mirror one day and did not like what was reflected.

The day I hit rock bottom was just over 11 years ago. I was going thru post-surgery depression when my ex gave me the boot sending me deeper. When I was served the papers for divorce, I hit bottom.
I had my 357 in hand and was going thru the pros and cons. In the list of why I shouldn't, there were only two reasons and they are why I am still alive today.

I love my two sons.

I think it strange that when we lose loved ones or someone special we want to go with them. If they could tell us something from beyond, it would be that we live on and be happy.

my rock bottom is when the only reasons i want to live is because i know my son and allen want me to live to help them live life and my son is the most important person to me i cry for hours till i cant cry anymore and i beocme numb inside and out have thought of not living but i am chicken so i rather take lifes crap than hurt my self or the ones i love

I think, my rock bottom was about 3 friday's ago....

Thanks for those words z.

So true. Sometimes we all forget this...but you are right, as long as we are given another day, there is always still hope.

A good number of these posts make mine look like a cake walk, I'll admit. However, to me at that time it seemed like the worst thing that happened, and frankly, it was. I was still in high school, after all.

I'm going to make it short for now, though. I'll indulge your curiosity of details if you ask me nicely, but to give you an idea of the situation:

Something in my possession was targeted and taken without permission.
It was taken from my own home when I wasn't around... and it happened twice.

Certainly doesn't make trusting people any easier, doesn't it?

I'd try to say something amusing, but it probably will be out of place in this thread. Laughter is my method of cheering up, after all... and probably makes me look a little psycho if I do it at a wrong time.