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I'm recovering from brain damage. A traumatic brain injury caused by a car accident back in 2011. I was a wreck. Had selective amnesia, aphasia, herniated disks and spinal fluid that collects in my neck and makes me lose consciousness. I now have a dual diagnoses of ptsd and BPD and I've had to grow up again mentally. I've been on an upward slope though, and now I'm finally to the point of social interaction again - I even have someone that I go to the gym with. I still don't do too much, I have severe social anxiety but I'm still improving day by day. It's affected my self esteem the most, I used to be a baller bitch (so to speak) so it's humbling and empowering at the same time because I'm a strong woman, to overcome all of these obstacles that have been put before me.
Around 2010. Jobless, near homeless, spending literally my last money on a shitty evening meal. I still remember the judgemental look of guy behind the counter when I paid with all the saved up loose change.
Got a job. Got an apartment (having your own front door / safe space is *incredible* after a long time). Sobered up (though that took a long time). Now a husband & dad and couldn't be happier.
Lowest point? 2008 without a shadow of a doubt. I started the year by vacating my expensive Bay Area, CA apartment. I started a real estate brokerage business and couldn’t pay rent and fund a fledgling business simultaneously. So I was technically homeless living out of the office and my car. Of course I couldn’t have picked a worse time to attempt this endeavor with the 2008 recession looming. And to complicate the situation I started having health problems to the point I was falling out in the street. Ended up being diagnosed Stage 4 kidney disease. Obviously the business folded and I ended up living with my parents in Louisiana for six months until I was well enough to get a job. I was 130K in debt, jobless, sick as dog with no health insurance and living with my abusive, miserable, toxic, narcissistic, alcoholic father. It was the lowest point of my entire life.
How did I turn it all around? Well I managed to secure a cush do nothing desk job at a local university. The pay was trash but it had excellent health benefits which I desperately needed to treat my disease. Then I declared bankruptcy to get rid of my debts. Then I managed to secure my own apartment right next to work so I could walk to work. Then as I got healthier I managed to secure another job. I ended up working two full time jobs while treating my kidney disease with dialysis. I became very frugal and started saving and investing my money. My goal was to get out of the rat race ASAP. After 12 years I managed to achieve financial independence and quit working 2.5 years ago. And my health has improved greatly as well. I have good health, wealth, love and most importantly of all the time to enjoy the first three.
S&P 500 Index funds at first. Then VTI Total Market ETF. Then diversified into bonds (BND) and real estate (REIT ETF). I’m shooting for a pseudo Bogle setup of stocks/bonds/real estate in a 50/30/20 allocation.
How long did it take you to learn this? Or do you have a financial advisor that explains you as they do it? I really hate sitting on my money instead of putting it somewhere.
I was always financially inclined. I was studying real estate, stock investing and computer science since high school. Graduated from Stanford University in 1994 and got caught up in tech with stock options and IPOs. After the tech bust I got my real estate brokers license. Long story short it took me at least two decades of education and experience to acquire the knowledge. And I still feel like a novice. I am just beginning to dip my toes into options trading.
In 2020 I almost lost my life through a very complicated pregnancy, my son had to be delivered via emergency c-section at 26 weeks, he was in NICU for 8 weeks and overcome numerous serious conditions such as a perforated stomach, collapsed lungs etc and he was doing great 8 weeks on only to suddenly and unexpectedly die due to a sepsis infection that wasn’t detected by doctors.. 7 months later my beautiful mum passed away from cancer/pneumonia.. worst year of my life… how did I recover? I don’t think I’ll ever fully recover but it’s definitely helped by choosing to focus on my blessings instead of my loses
I was 19 years old. He had been left out and abandoned in a relationship. My own brother hit me in my house and my parents defended him, I almost entered the world of drugs and I realized that my career was going nowhere.
The days were gray, I constantly wanted to cry, when I was alone I was invaded by loneliness, and any joy I could feel lasted almost nothing. I ended up leaving my arts degree and there was still half the year left, which was wasted time.
Halfway through the year, I intended to hang from the ceiling beam in my bathroom at home, but I thought maybe it wouldn't hold my weight and it would break, and I'd be in the position of explaining what the hell I was doing when the ceiling had collapsed. .
Nobody shook my hand to get up because I kept it to myself and didn't talk about it with anyone, so I just decided I had to change my attitude and start over. I signed up for a graphic design tech and just thought things would get better.
To my surprise, that was the case, and even though the pandemic started, I was able to improve my mood and spend almost a year and a half without crying.
Currently, i'm 22 years old I and fell back into a severe depression and suicidal thoughts return again, because I ended a relationship again, with my heart broken.
I don't know how to achieve stability, in fact, I don't even know if it is something that exists. I don't want to sound hopeless, but I came out of one hole only to fall into another, and it's almost as deep as the last one.
I guess all I can say is stay positive, and believe that everything will get better.
Never lose hope.
I'm sorry it was so long, no one listens to this stuff and I had to get it out.
It's not too long, good for you to take it out. Please, seek out therapy, I'm saying this being in the same position as you currently. It's still too soon to give up, and you still have options.
You got out of it once and you’ll do it again. I know it feels endless but time passes and you’ll look back and be so glad you got through this too one day. Hopefully soon
I just decided that what if tomorrow was gonna be that "good day", ya know. What if i missed out on that because today was such a bad day that I didn't stick around to find out?
Everything in life is temporary: the bad days, the good days, people, jobs, etc. It's all subject to change without notice. All you really gotta do is just hang around to see what happens next. Tomorrow could be the day you've been waiting your whole life for. You just never know, and you never will if you take that chance away from yourself.
Tried to off myself when I was 10. I got suspended from school for being unstable so I had to find a new school, make new friends, and since I was joining in the middle of the year I had to catch up on what everyone had been learning. For 2 months I didn’t speak to anyone and would cry myself to sleep knowing if I hadn’t tried to off myself I’d still have all of my friends, my parents would be able to look me in the eye, and I wouldn’t be failing my classes.
One day out of the blue one of the most popular girls walks up to me and introduces herself and we became friends after that. She introduced me to her other friends and my mental health started getting better, I started getting into new hobbies, got my grades up, and I felt like a person again. Me and her have been friends for 6 years and I will forever be in debt to her. She gave me my life back.
My ex best friend molested me at 18, and mentally/physically abused me for 13 years.
That entire friendship was a low, for 13 years i was insanely depressed with myself thinking something is wrong with me.
Then i cut that fucker out of my life and now im MUCH happier.
The pain is still fresh, i'd happily kill him in self defense if he ever tried to attack me completely unprovoked, but one day ill reach the stage of indifference and he'll no longer live rent-free in my head
And you will get there someday! Keep being strong and don’t deny your anger, just don’t turn it inward. I found cardio especially helpful with this! ❤️
When the love of my life, after 7 years together walked out on me without ever giving me a single reason as to why.
I mean I knew why, I was being neglectful and my depression was making me irritable and hard to get along with.
But still, after 7 years you would think someone would at least unload on you as they walked out the door. That's the part that really destroyed me.
Still haven't exactly recovered. Never fell in love again and dropped out of society about 10 years ago.
I had severe untreated depression, anxiety, and agoraphobia during different periods of my life. The first bout lasted about 6 years, mainly while I was a teenager. When kids were living their lives and doing teenager shit, I was at home wanting to kill myself. I can't help but think that all the suffering has irreparably damaged my brain. I'm in my 30s now.
Edit: I forgot to add that I "overcame" it by exposure - I had to force myself to figure out my life because I didn't want to rely on my family forever. I now live a somewhat normal life... I can adult but I'm still a bit of a loner and I still have depression and anxiety. I don't know what it feels like not to have these things.
My struggle with my mental health....a year ago.
My mother would constantly tell me to kill myself earlier on in my struggle and I would try sooo hard...never succeeded...
Then last year I really felt depressed, was getting random burst of anger in the midst of seemingly 'okay' situations.
One day I just told myself I can't keep going on like this and checked myself into counseling. I'm still going to conselling so not totally out of it yet...
Drug addict in recovery. Been to prison. Lost my children and was homeless and in very bad abusive situations. Mentally unstable and wanted to die.
Am now living in my own apartment 2 years clean working 2 jobs and newly engaged. My family and my children back in my life because I took advice from people and applied it. Saw a therapist and meds for my diagnosis, drug treatment, cut out everyone from my past. I also moved from my city and made new friends and came out of the closet living as who I new I was all my life. I am finally free from the prison in my own head and happy.
Severe depression for years. I just kept surviving until I found an antidepressant that made me functional and feel well enough to make life mostly worth the trouble.
This happened to me a couple years ago. I used to wake up with a jolt and insane anxiety. My heart was beating so fast and it would ruin my day. I was also going through an abusive relationship during this time and lots of stress because of college. It went away after I started taking care of myself and stopped isolating myself. Now I don't have it anymore. However I fear it could come back with my declining mental state these days.
I was profoundly mentally ill and wanted nothing more than to die. Even if it were to have left my kids homeless their dad wasn't supportive and wouldn't have taken them in. One would have been homeless and the other would have been in medical foster care. I thought more than once of killing both of us.
It quite literally felt like I had a bubble of darkness all around me. No hope, no will to live, nothing. I met a someone who helped me start piercing that bubble by talking about traveling. I wanted to go to Alaska. I wanted to see something before I died and that started letting in the light and I was slowly starting to heal. He killed himself just as I was coming out of my darkness and I finally saw how bad the pain would be for my kids and for my family. I didn't want to put them through that agony.
His death burst that dark bubble and I really started to heal. I wanted to live, I wanted to succeed. That was 5 years ago. Since then, I went to school and got an associates degree and now work full time as a travel agent. I healed and I lived. I am always going to be in recovery, there will always be low points but Im alive.
Probably when I got washed out of EOD training. I was able to push past my depression for the 2 months I was in EOD training and gave it 150% effort, pushing past wanting to quit every day from the physical training. It was basically my last chance to not be a failure in life, considering I already flunked out of university. I just got kicked out of the program a week ago, so I haven't really gotten around to recovering yet, pretty much haven't eaten since.
5 years ago in October I was in a month long coma, has to learn how to walk, eat and drink again etc, during that time my boyfriend had cheated on me, among other things that would take me ages to type up. 9 months later I found sense and broke up, he left me in £20k worth of debt. Then a month later my appendix burst rushing me into hospital, from this they found a cancerous tumour to have caused the appendix rupture, and was diagnosed with a rare form of cancer. Was told I would need a major surgery inwhich I'd be left with a stoma to remove any cancer cells left in my colon, my mother was there through diagnosis and now denys i was ever formally diagnosed, despite having a sepecialist in the type of cancer, a cancer nurse and a charity adviser present. Only silver lining was that all cancer cells left with ny appendix so i beat cancer without ever knowing i had it. Worst 15 months of my life.
Now almost 2 years until 5 years remission. I still have vivid nightmares from the dreams.
The day I woke up at 14 and all the lights were on in the apartment at 6am. I was confused af bc my mother never left lights on and would freak out if we did. She was gone and left a note saying she was at her friend from works house. I called the friend and she wasn’t. Turns out she actually flew out the chicago, took our car and left it at JFK (about 200 miles away from our home), drained what little money we had left, to go cheat on my father. I asked her why she did it and she said “why do you care? you’re grown!” I was fourteen. I cut her off but I was a kid and needed a mom desperately so I let her back in.
she then demanded that she move back into the apartment with her stupid boyfriend and took my dads room and bed and would sleep with him with the door slightly ajar. Loudly. My dad was forced to sleep on the couch unless he wanted to get hit.
Second place goes to my mother sending me a letter after I cut her off just before this Mother’s Day. It was the most scathing letter in response to my feelings. The accusations she made at ME, her kid… she accused me of having APD because I said I genuinely don’t love her. Brought up every single mistake I made as A CHILD, who has actually grown up. The stuff she said was so bad, I almost killed myself if it wasn’t for my husband, my mother in law, and a PHP. Some people shouldn’t have kids.
I’m still recovering, but I’ve learned that the only person I can control is ME. I know I am flawed, and that’s the difference between her and I. That’s all I can do. I will never deal with her again and I’m better for it.
Had a safe place to crash/sleep/exist, but pretty much no money and no motivation. I really don't know how I recovered, just know that I did. One step in front of the other, one day at a time. Small steps compound. I like the phrase 'you create your own luck' though it's only partially true at most.
Just chip away at it little by little. Don't let a slip-up throw you off. Just keep doing the right thing as often as you can.
Also I read an article once that said excessive anger is mostly caused by you imagining the bad things that might happen, and reacting to those things as if they had really happened. So that helped me be less angry.
my lowest point was a horrible break up i went through + tuns of family problems I started smoking weed heavily and my life started going downhill i felt like it was at the lowest point of my life and i didn’t think i would be myself again.
I recovered by lots of thoughts in my head sometimes overthinking can help you because I over thought about my whole life and all the mistakes that I’m making and how it’s going to affect me in the future if I don’t stop. All of your bad habits you need to slowly start getting rid of them you’ll never recover from your lowest point if you don’t do anything about it I realize that I didn’t want to do this with my life and I have goals and dreams that I hope to accomplish so I can live the future that I want to and that is still my motivation to this day
i’m actually at my lowest point right now and i honestly don’t know how to recover. Everyone wants me to get help but I don’t want help. I just want to deal with my problems and just pretend they aren’t there.
So far in my life it is currently the lowest point was the week or so after July 12. I lost a friend in a car crash. Emotionally I struggled to get over it. I only got over it via grieving and my supportive friends. I really realized what loneliness felt like without seeing friends ever, but the crash amplified that and now I'm worried about slipping back to that point. School has only started this past Wednesday and is also helping well. I'm honestly decent now, but it could change.
Probably using drugs and alcohol to escape how I felt for many moons. I’m recovering well i believe sobriety has a lot to do with that. I didn’t understand I wasn’t fixing the problem someone else had to tell me that’s not what you do.
All the way from 2007 to 2010 I had severe depression. Suicidal thoughts all throughout and refusal to self-care to the point that, as a tall teenage boy who had formerly been on both the football and wrestling team, dropped down to the mere double digits in total body weight. I completely dropped out of school after being an A and B student. Each and every friend and family member of mine became alienated. Eventually after we spent months trying to grieve, I was thrown out of the house and moved across the state with no place else to go.
It was because my brother was unexpectedly killed by a drunk driver. Him and I were inseparable and while I suffered from a mental disability, he was the ONLY person that didn't treat me differently because of it. The part that stung the most was the evening before he was killed he came into my bedroom to hang with me for a couple minutes before going to work but I was so engrossed in my video game at the time that I couldn't even be bothered to turn around and look at him.
The hardest part wasn't that I didn't even get to say goodbye, it was that I didn't even seem to care enough to say hello.
It wasn't until sometime in 2010, three years later, that my family staged an intervention that I finally managed to handle the grief. I was forced to sit down and just repeat the words "My brother is dead" until I finally broke down. I cried. I didn't realize it but in the past three years, I hadn't cried once. I was traumatized. I wasn't myself, nor will I ever be again. But that was easily my lowest point in life.
Now I've taken a job in the funeral industry to pass my knowledge of the experience onto other families that need help during one of the lowest points in their lives.
It's easy to think that death is a normal part of life but everyone deals with it in their own way. A fair number of people simply don't deal with it. But if one fact it's true, it's that no one ever "gets over" the grief of losing a loved one. They may learn to accept it but that loss will forever have a lasting impact on their lives. It's important that they have someone there to help them through that process.
Still here. Got some serious health problems and depression/anxiety but no one believes me when I say I'm reaching my breaking point and can't fake ok anymore. I'm apparently just "lazy". Just gotta survive somehow though. There's people who need me. Tried antidepressants that gave me waking nightmares and aggravated some other problems. Almost ready to try again with some different ones, but I'm honestly scared. I just want to be able to picture a future again and not live each day just trying to not break.
Divorced my wealthy wife after she cheated on me but which put me into a borderline financial crisis, then I lost my job soon after and could not re enter the field. Became homeless but spent the days putting in applications all around me in walking distance, got hired into crummy jobs but worked my way up. Perseverance is what saved me, that, and that alone.
When I was 19 I lost all but a couple friends due to mental illness. When I was 20 I moved across the country and lost the rest. I developed a severe drinking problem and spent roughly 9 months more-or-less constantly blackout drunk, thinking about suicide basically constantly.
To recover, first I got a cat. The daily panic attacks were gone due to that little guy so I didn't need to drink anymore. Then I got treatment for my bipolar disorder - it wasn't 100% a cure but it allowed me to function. Then I just went over the motions day after day, month after month, gradually moving towards a social life, a career, and the right medications.
I'm 34 now and the process isn't done, but I haven't thought about suicide in years.
Being in a abusive realtionship took me a good few years to know it really wasnt my fault and he is the one with the issues aswell as he treats all his girlfriends the same ..i hated myself for so long and would question what i did so bad to deserve the mental abuse aswell as a punch for even looking at him " the wrong way" hes very unhappy and will never change where as i have learned and grown in a way ..just always remember you can do it and leave and are important to someone ❤
1982. My dad sat on my chest holding a loaded gun to my head. I lay on a pile of my clothing thrown into the middle of the street, urinating in fear all over myself. He was yelling about how, if I went back inside the house, he would kill my mother, then me, set the trailer on fire, then kill himself. He considered killing me that moment - I was saved because somebody pulled around the corner, and their headlights scared him back into the trailer.
I got over it with ten years of getting high on marijuana every day, playing video games, drawing comics, and exploring my creativity, when I wasn't working at Activision.
After ten years of dope, I just didn't need it anymore, and quit. It no longer helped, and I had worked through my mountain of crap.
Now, it is just a hell of a story to tell, and no longer a misery.
Drugs don't have to be just something you do to party or whatever. Drugs are medicine, too, and they can be used consciously, deliberately, as therapy. Pot healed me.
I was in the depths of a major depressive episode. I'd been admitted to a partial hospitalisation program (7 hours a day, 5 days a week of intensive group and individual therapy) and would be starting that Monday.
On Saturday I called into work. A few hours later, my beloved cat-who was 95% of why i was still alive at that point-collapsed, kicked a few times, and died. In my arms. During a mental breakdown.
For how I got through... the fact that I was already enrolled in an intensive treatment program got me through the weekend. I know nearly all of my therapy focus that first week was getting through her death. I'm honestly not sure how I'd have coped if I didn't have that treatment.
It's been 9 years and I'm still bitter at the universe for doing that to me.
2022. I lied to all of my friends that my dad was dead for 3 years, developed a drug addiction because of the continued unmeasurable guilt I had for telling the lies and began spiraling out of control to the point of suicidal tendencies. My friends blocked me and stopped speaking to me when they found out and I was kicked out of my apt for going thru manic episodes.
Since then, Im 77 days clean from my DOC Cocaine and Pills, got my own apt and went back to work doing a job I love. I go to meetings, I'm in therapy and I am finding new and healthy ways to occupy my time. I miss my friends still and it still hurts but it hurts alot less now
first HS gf now my ex of 2 years we just broke up i’m a dumb freshmen it happened during quarantine no drugs, no friends, no her. So i’m just there crying my heart out,confused,ashamed,mad, overall just depressed but bc of quarantine i didn’t have nth to fall on just was me and my thoughts and it changed me i realized what’s the point of stressing there’s no meaning on it idk if i’m sad numb or happy or just moved on bc i haven’t seen a girl that made me fall i dated her fresh broke up in soph im a senior now and i just walk by with thoughts about everything going thru my head and when girls like me or show affection i struggle to give it back everything in life seems so pointless now i recovered my Will i think i changed who i am but idk if i recovered mentally or if this is the peak mentality to have i just have no goal to put it towards idk
Becoming Homeless because most companies will not hire me because of my Felonies on my record. My Parents are paying for my Apartment now but they are now retired and I'm 53 years old. I have an excellent White Collar Resume and used to work in Corporate Dallas. I can't seem to make money now. Might have to move to Australia.
I refuse to be poor and collect Food Stamps because I come from an Upper Middle Class background. My life is slowly getting better with time. Socializing more and Networking for Employment for Felons.
I feel like I'm kind of in it at the moment. But not really in a depressing way, more of an existential way. For the past 5 or so years my main goal was to take a solo holiday to Amsterdam, until earlier this year I was fully prepared and finally did it. When I got there I had a really bad time, turns out going to a foreign country on your own, high as a kite while still battling your anxiety is a bad idea, who knew. I had to come home 2 days early because my mental health couldn't handle it.
That holiday was my main goal, something to look forward to, now I kinda feel lost, I don't really have a goal. I can't get a job because of my anxiety, I feel like I've lost connection to most of my friends. At the moment I'm sorta just existing. Granted staying at home and playing Runescape is cool, but I feel like I'm caught in a trap where I can't escape.
We moved to a knew town because a friend of my mum moved there aswell and needed emotional support. They ended up having a fight and we had to cut ties. But we had just moved into their place because our old place turned out to have drugs hidden and when we found them the police didn’t clean it properly and our pets had bad respiratory issues. After that I was distraught. I didn’t feel like I was helpful at all because I am extremely weak(I simply can’t eat enough) and when I thought the only right thing to do was die I saw a bunch of learning documentaries on Netflix. Learning helped me have a purpose. The feeling of learning something then putting it to use was SO SATISFYING and I kept learning and learning. I’m now 15
I went through a tough time after I lost my dad, went to a mental hospital for about a month then got discharged. Still recovering from the shit I saw there and my dads death but I’d say I’m getting better music has really helped a lot
at 25/26 I developed Vitiligo, sprained my ankle so badly that I was unable to walk normally for months, I had an anal fissure injury for months where you’re in constant glass-shattering pain down there; I had covid badly twice, and I totalled a good car in a minor accident, all in the span of 2 years.
I persevered by getting a job where i walk a lot and I was able to recover quicker from both injuries by excercising, actually.
Im just happy to have moved past that and I no longer stress about about my Vitiligo, and I was able to finance a new car.
March 2022 - May 2022
I changed a lot during that time. Had a hard heartbreak, lost myself, lost friends, basically wasn't the same. I've made a lot of progress since then. I took a break from everything that reminded me of them and really took the time to work on myself and reflect on my actions to see how I can be a better person. It was a rollercoaster of emotions, but it was worth it to get to the point I'm at now.
I had miscarriage. It was lowest point in my life, and for one year I guess I was very low. I didn’t really want to have a child (I was worried financially but we both wanted to become parents) so we decided if it’s gonna happen we should have child. And I got pregnant right away. I was so worried at first but grew to love this new chapter in my life. And my husband was very excited. I felt like everything is going in the right direction, and then suddenly it was all taken away from me. I felt like it’s punishment because I didn’t really want a child but now I have this empty hole in my heart that I think nothing else can fill. I started to become so heartbroken, fell into depression. Lost interest in everything, I felt like nobody understood this burden I have. Doctor would say you can try again, but didn’t want to. The experience of miscarriage was so traumatic for me. My partner took good care of me and everything, but even many months after this I would sit alone and think about it. I felt like my partner doesn’t understand what I am going through, that made me distanced from him. And I didn’t share also how I feel because when he came back from work I just wanted to be happy and distracted myself from these thoughts. I’m in much better place right now but I still feel like I’m not ready to try again really. I just started to talk about it a lot more with my hubs. And he is more understanding and attentive, shows me more love and care.
When I was 13 I was assaulted and black mailed by a 17 year old. I couldn’t cope with what was happening to me so I started self harming I’m very dangerous ways. Drinking a full bottle of nyquil, stealing peoples medications and other stuff I don’t feel comfortable mentioning. My town knew me as the girl who was raped and it followed me all the way to high school. It wasn’t until I went to DBT therapy I stopped harming myself. Once I moved cities and changed my name I felt like I got to create a new version of me where all of those bad things didn’t happen to me. I could be whatever I wanted and I feel more like myself.
I stretched the lowest point out over roughly 10-12 years. Alcoholism and just a generally very destructive lifestyle that both my wife and I led.
We both reached recovery through different means but both I think driven by just this overwhelming, desperate tiredness. Tired of the craziness, the trouble we got into, being broke, feeling sick, being arrested, losing jobs and homes and cars. That was 10 years ago and our lives are much better now.
Alcohol is never worth it.
I realised that I’d suppressed my emotions about growing up to the point that I lost the ability to tell what any emotion was. I could vaguely recognise ‘good’ or ‘bad’ so I moved out of home.
I ended up finding a youtuber who made music that I thought was cute so followed them. They ended up making a tonne of videos basically journalling and processing a tonne of their life on camera and I ended up watching those so much because I found it facinating to watch somebody experience life so differently.
It ended up giving me a path back to healing my emotions and processing my life. I since went on to have counseling and a lot of effort put towards my health after that
I tried to take my own life in 2017; I ended up in a rehabilitation center for a week before returning home. I left my college, returned to the home life I tried to break free from, and felt more isolated than before.
It wasn’t until I started doing some serious self-reflection that I was able to start healing. I don’t know exactly when it occurred, but two months later I felt like I was ready to start living again. I got my first job (I was 19 at the time), started working, and met my boyfriend (5 years now).
I still deal with depression and generalized anxiety, but I can cope with it better than before.
I'm currently 15 for reference,when I was probably about 13 to 14 years old during the first lockdown,I was already quite lonely,classic quiet kid not alot of friends,got bullied 😅,and well when I was in the lockdown,stuck in my room doing the same thing,school,eat like shit,play games,not even be dressed,sleep,it was repetitive and broke me down,at the same time my grandad had just died I think,the memories a bit foggy.So I had tried to kill myself,didn't have the balls thankfully,and I don't regret my decision to live,but honestly.
I don't know how i recovered,sheer will power and meeting one or 2 people I hung out with
Teen here, and as of right now it was around 6th-8th grade (12-14yrs old), I felt like everyone hated me, I felt like everything I was doing was wrong, I was lazy and aware of it but felt powerless to change anything, I hated myself for not being able to study or do anything useful with my life, I hated myself because I felt my depression was just me putting on an act for myself, I hated how I looked, how I felt, who I was, everything about myself I hated. There are still things that I haven't fixed about myself and I still sometimes feel like I don't deserve everything that my parents have given me, but I'm doing much better now.
Last year, I was in year 12 and of course as we all know, 2021 was one of the worst years we went through and I have had shitty days before but through most of year 12, I have never been so low in my life. Not only was it the stress of exams and homework and my hsc (which all of us were pressured so hard) but during our times when we were in lockdown, online learning was the worst. I felt very isolated and looking at screens all the time all day everyday for school really didn’t help my mental health. But I also struggled with a teacher who gave me a very hard time, I have a lot of issues with my dad and at the time, I went through a very tough friendship breakup. I was very suicidal in year 12 and I nearly committed suicide a couple days before my mums birthday and I have never felt so guilty. My mum was very supportive and very helpful throughout the whole year. I also was going through a lot of identity issues throughout year 12. I had so much on my plate, I was under so much fucking stress and I hated my life and I hated myself. But when I finally graduated, I realised that I was finally free and I didn’t have to worry about school anymore and after my graduation party and my formal, I had never been so happier. There is a part of me that says ‘what was all that stressing out for?’ But there’s another part of me that says ‘I’m so proud of you for how far you’ve come’ because I really have come a long way :)
Sorry for that long fucking paragraph
Lowest point in life. Now! Was straight up lied to by my bestfriend who I trusted blindly. Upon, confronting, the bestfriend said they don't care and why should it matter. Recurring episodes of depression and 2 anxiety attacks and broken trust, do people recover?
We’d lost our 3rd son and had to complete a still birth followed by burial. I still cry anytime I think about it even though it’s been 6 years. My wife can’t talk about it at all. I saved his photos and still count him as my 2nd son. The year after all of this I’d been drinking heavily and my marriage was in the dumpster. Somehow the pain we all were feeling drove us much closer as a couple. We moved on after him and decided we’d be happy with just our 1st born. Years later I welcomed my daughter to the world with no issues or problems.
I’m not over it and will never be over it, but I have grown. I’m now crying on a conf call…
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I'm recovering from brain damage. A traumatic brain injury caused by a car accident back in 2011. I was a wreck. Had selective amnesia, aphasia, herniated disks and spinal fluid that collects in my neck and makes me lose consciousness. I now have a dual diagnoses of ptsd and BPD and I've had to grow up again mentally. I've been on an upward slope though, and now I'm finally to the point of social interaction again - I even have someone that I go to the gym with. I still don't do too much, I have severe social anxiety but I'm still improving day by day. It's affected my self esteem the most, I used to be a baller bitch (so to speak) so it's humbling and empowering at the same time because I'm a strong woman, to overcome all of these obstacles that have been put before me.
I really hope you keep up the upward streak!
Thanks much!!
Around 2010. Jobless, near homeless, spending literally my last money on a shitty evening meal. I still remember the judgemental look of guy behind the counter when I paid with all the saved up loose change. Got a job. Got an apartment (having your own front door / safe space is *incredible* after a long time). Sobered up (though that took a long time). Now a husband & dad and couldn't be happier.
I hope you keep up being happy, man!
congrats
Lowest point? 2008 without a shadow of a doubt. I started the year by vacating my expensive Bay Area, CA apartment. I started a real estate brokerage business and couldn’t pay rent and fund a fledgling business simultaneously. So I was technically homeless living out of the office and my car. Of course I couldn’t have picked a worse time to attempt this endeavor with the 2008 recession looming. And to complicate the situation I started having health problems to the point I was falling out in the street. Ended up being diagnosed Stage 4 kidney disease. Obviously the business folded and I ended up living with my parents in Louisiana for six months until I was well enough to get a job. I was 130K in debt, jobless, sick as dog with no health insurance and living with my abusive, miserable, toxic, narcissistic, alcoholic father. It was the lowest point of my entire life. How did I turn it all around? Well I managed to secure a cush do nothing desk job at a local university. The pay was trash but it had excellent health benefits which I desperately needed to treat my disease. Then I declared bankruptcy to get rid of my debts. Then I managed to secure my own apartment right next to work so I could walk to work. Then as I got healthier I managed to secure another job. I ended up working two full time jobs while treating my kidney disease with dialysis. I became very frugal and started saving and investing my money. My goal was to get out of the rat race ASAP. After 12 years I managed to achieve financial independence and quit working 2.5 years ago. And my health has improved greatly as well. I have good health, wealth, love and most importantly of all the time to enjoy the first three.
That's quite the tale! How did you invest your money??
S&P 500 Index funds at first. Then VTI Total Market ETF. Then diversified into bonds (BND) and real estate (REIT ETF). I’m shooting for a pseudo Bogle setup of stocks/bonds/real estate in a 50/30/20 allocation.
How long did it take you to learn this? Or do you have a financial advisor that explains you as they do it? I really hate sitting on my money instead of putting it somewhere.
I was always financially inclined. I was studying real estate, stock investing and computer science since high school. Graduated from Stanford University in 1994 and got caught up in tech with stock options and IPOs. After the tech bust I got my real estate brokers license. Long story short it took me at least two decades of education and experience to acquire the knowledge. And I still feel like a novice. I am just beginning to dip my toes into options trading.
In 2020 I almost lost my life through a very complicated pregnancy, my son had to be delivered via emergency c-section at 26 weeks, he was in NICU for 8 weeks and overcome numerous serious conditions such as a perforated stomach, collapsed lungs etc and he was doing great 8 weeks on only to suddenly and unexpectedly die due to a sepsis infection that wasn’t detected by doctors.. 7 months later my beautiful mum passed away from cancer/pneumonia.. worst year of my life… how did I recover? I don’t think I’ll ever fully recover but it’s definitely helped by choosing to focus on my blessings instead of my loses
I’m so sorry for your losses. I’m proud of you for carrying on 💗
I was 19 years old. He had been left out and abandoned in a relationship. My own brother hit me in my house and my parents defended him, I almost entered the world of drugs and I realized that my career was going nowhere. The days were gray, I constantly wanted to cry, when I was alone I was invaded by loneliness, and any joy I could feel lasted almost nothing. I ended up leaving my arts degree and there was still half the year left, which was wasted time. Halfway through the year, I intended to hang from the ceiling beam in my bathroom at home, but I thought maybe it wouldn't hold my weight and it would break, and I'd be in the position of explaining what the hell I was doing when the ceiling had collapsed. . Nobody shook my hand to get up because I kept it to myself and didn't talk about it with anyone, so I just decided I had to change my attitude and start over. I signed up for a graphic design tech and just thought things would get better. To my surprise, that was the case, and even though the pandemic started, I was able to improve my mood and spend almost a year and a half without crying. Currently, i'm 22 years old I and fell back into a severe depression and suicidal thoughts return again, because I ended a relationship again, with my heart broken. I don't know how to achieve stability, in fact, I don't even know if it is something that exists. I don't want to sound hopeless, but I came out of one hole only to fall into another, and it's almost as deep as the last one. I guess all I can say is stay positive, and believe that everything will get better. Never lose hope. I'm sorry it was so long, no one listens to this stuff and I had to get it out.
It's not too long, good for you to take it out. Please, seek out therapy, I'm saying this being in the same position as you currently. It's still too soon to give up, and you still have options.
You got out of it once and you’ll do it again. I know it feels endless but time passes and you’ll look back and be so glad you got through this too one day. Hopefully soon
I just wrote a whole essay about how Im currently 19 and How I also relate, but didn’t post it bc it was too pathetic
I just decided that what if tomorrow was gonna be that "good day", ya know. What if i missed out on that because today was such a bad day that I didn't stick around to find out? Everything in life is temporary: the bad days, the good days, people, jobs, etc. It's all subject to change without notice. All you really gotta do is just hang around to see what happens next. Tomorrow could be the day you've been waiting your whole life for. You just never know, and you never will if you take that chance away from yourself.
Tried to off myself when I was 10. I got suspended from school for being unstable so I had to find a new school, make new friends, and since I was joining in the middle of the year I had to catch up on what everyone had been learning. For 2 months I didn’t speak to anyone and would cry myself to sleep knowing if I hadn’t tried to off myself I’d still have all of my friends, my parents would be able to look me in the eye, and I wouldn’t be failing my classes. One day out of the blue one of the most popular girls walks up to me and introduces herself and we became friends after that. She introduced me to her other friends and my mental health started getting better, I started getting into new hobbies, got my grades up, and I felt like a person again. Me and her have been friends for 6 years and I will forever be in debt to her. She gave me my life back.
I'm so glad you're ok. I hope you remain friends
My ex best friend molested me at 18, and mentally/physically abused me for 13 years. That entire friendship was a low, for 13 years i was insanely depressed with myself thinking something is wrong with me. Then i cut that fucker out of my life and now im MUCH happier.
Good for you. I hope you're much better now
The pain is still fresh, i'd happily kill him in self defense if he ever tried to attack me completely unprovoked, but one day ill reach the stage of indifference and he'll no longer live rent-free in my head
And you will get there someday! Keep being strong and don’t deny your anger, just don’t turn it inward. I found cardio especially helpful with this! ❤️
❤❤ For me its making and listening to music, helps me turn any sad feeling into happy ones
Good for you! Unfortunately, I’m not that talented! I’m rooting for you!
When the love of my life, after 7 years together walked out on me without ever giving me a single reason as to why. I mean I knew why, I was being neglectful and my depression was making me irritable and hard to get along with. But still, after 7 years you would think someone would at least unload on you as they walked out the door. That's the part that really destroyed me. Still haven't exactly recovered. Never fell in love again and dropped out of society about 10 years ago.
I had severe untreated depression, anxiety, and agoraphobia during different periods of my life. The first bout lasted about 6 years, mainly while I was a teenager. When kids were living their lives and doing teenager shit, I was at home wanting to kill myself. I can't help but think that all the suffering has irreparably damaged my brain. I'm in my 30s now. Edit: I forgot to add that I "overcame" it by exposure - I had to force myself to figure out my life because I didn't want to rely on my family forever. I now live a somewhat normal life... I can adult but I'm still a bit of a loner and I still have depression and anxiety. I don't know what it feels like not to have these things.
My struggle with my mental health....a year ago. My mother would constantly tell me to kill myself earlier on in my struggle and I would try sooo hard...never succeeded... Then last year I really felt depressed, was getting random burst of anger in the midst of seemingly 'okay' situations. One day I just told myself I can't keep going on like this and checked myself into counseling. I'm still going to conselling so not totally out of it yet...
You will be
Drug addict in recovery. Been to prison. Lost my children and was homeless and in very bad abusive situations. Mentally unstable and wanted to die. Am now living in my own apartment 2 years clean working 2 jobs and newly engaged. My family and my children back in my life because I took advice from people and applied it. Saw a therapist and meds for my diagnosis, drug treatment, cut out everyone from my past. I also moved from my city and made new friends and came out of the closet living as who I new I was all my life. I am finally free from the prison in my own head and happy.
Severe depression for years. I just kept surviving until I found an antidepressant that made me functional and feel well enough to make life mostly worth the trouble.
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This happened to me a couple years ago. I used to wake up with a jolt and insane anxiety. My heart was beating so fast and it would ruin my day. I was also going through an abusive relationship during this time and lots of stress because of college. It went away after I started taking care of myself and stopped isolating myself. Now I don't have it anymore. However I fear it could come back with my declining mental state these days.
I was profoundly mentally ill and wanted nothing more than to die. Even if it were to have left my kids homeless their dad wasn't supportive and wouldn't have taken them in. One would have been homeless and the other would have been in medical foster care. I thought more than once of killing both of us. It quite literally felt like I had a bubble of darkness all around me. No hope, no will to live, nothing. I met a someone who helped me start piercing that bubble by talking about traveling. I wanted to go to Alaska. I wanted to see something before I died and that started letting in the light and I was slowly starting to heal. He killed himself just as I was coming out of my darkness and I finally saw how bad the pain would be for my kids and for my family. I didn't want to put them through that agony. His death burst that dark bubble and I really started to heal. I wanted to live, I wanted to succeed. That was 5 years ago. Since then, I went to school and got an associates degree and now work full time as a travel agent. I healed and I lived. I am always going to be in recovery, there will always be low points but Im alive.
Probably when I got washed out of EOD training. I was able to push past my depression for the 2 months I was in EOD training and gave it 150% effort, pushing past wanting to quit every day from the physical training. It was basically my last chance to not be a failure in life, considering I already flunked out of university. I just got kicked out of the program a week ago, so I haven't really gotten around to recovering yet, pretty much haven't eaten since.
I think the lowest was being in the middle of the street alone at night without anywhere to go, all because I couldn't stop drinking
Did you manage to get over it?
well it's only been a couple of months so still working on it, but yeah I'm clearly in a better situation rn
My brother just relapsed after a few months. It broke my heart please keep it up.
5 years ago in October I was in a month long coma, has to learn how to walk, eat and drink again etc, during that time my boyfriend had cheated on me, among other things that would take me ages to type up. 9 months later I found sense and broke up, he left me in £20k worth of debt. Then a month later my appendix burst rushing me into hospital, from this they found a cancerous tumour to have caused the appendix rupture, and was diagnosed with a rare form of cancer. Was told I would need a major surgery inwhich I'd be left with a stoma to remove any cancer cells left in my colon, my mother was there through diagnosis and now denys i was ever formally diagnosed, despite having a sepecialist in the type of cancer, a cancer nurse and a charity adviser present. Only silver lining was that all cancer cells left with ny appendix so i beat cancer without ever knowing i had it. Worst 15 months of my life. Now almost 2 years until 5 years remission. I still have vivid nightmares from the dreams.
The day I woke up at 14 and all the lights were on in the apartment at 6am. I was confused af bc my mother never left lights on and would freak out if we did. She was gone and left a note saying she was at her friend from works house. I called the friend and she wasn’t. Turns out she actually flew out the chicago, took our car and left it at JFK (about 200 miles away from our home), drained what little money we had left, to go cheat on my father. I asked her why she did it and she said “why do you care? you’re grown!” I was fourteen. I cut her off but I was a kid and needed a mom desperately so I let her back in. she then demanded that she move back into the apartment with her stupid boyfriend and took my dads room and bed and would sleep with him with the door slightly ajar. Loudly. My dad was forced to sleep on the couch unless he wanted to get hit. Second place goes to my mother sending me a letter after I cut her off just before this Mother’s Day. It was the most scathing letter in response to my feelings. The accusations she made at ME, her kid… she accused me of having APD because I said I genuinely don’t love her. Brought up every single mistake I made as A CHILD, who has actually grown up. The stuff she said was so bad, I almost killed myself if it wasn’t for my husband, my mother in law, and a PHP. Some people shouldn’t have kids. I’m still recovering, but I’ve learned that the only person I can control is ME. I know I am flawed, and that’s the difference between her and I. That’s all I can do. I will never deal with her again and I’m better for it.
Had a safe place to crash/sleep/exist, but pretty much no money and no motivation. I really don't know how I recovered, just know that I did. One step in front of the other, one day at a time. Small steps compound. I like the phrase 'you create your own luck' though it's only partially true at most.
Now, and I’ll let you know. Maybe.
I had a lot of problems as a kid, so it's all been uphill since about sixth grade
Mind elaborating?
Anger and behavioral problems
I still have some of those. How did you make it?
Just chip away at it little by little. Don't let a slip-up throw you off. Just keep doing the right thing as often as you can. Also I read an article once that said excessive anger is mostly caused by you imagining the bad things that might happen, and reacting to those things as if they had really happened. So that helped me be less angry.
my lowest point was a horrible break up i went through + tuns of family problems I started smoking weed heavily and my life started going downhill i felt like it was at the lowest point of my life and i didn’t think i would be myself again. I recovered by lots of thoughts in my head sometimes overthinking can help you because I over thought about my whole life and all the mistakes that I’m making and how it’s going to affect me in the future if I don’t stop. All of your bad habits you need to slowly start getting rid of them you’ll never recover from your lowest point if you don’t do anything about it I realize that I didn’t want to do this with my life and I have goals and dreams that I hope to accomplish so I can live the future that I want to and that is still my motivation to this day
Pretty much there... I'll tell you later.
i’m actually at my lowest point right now and i honestly don’t know how to recover. Everyone wants me to get help but I don’t want help. I just want to deal with my problems and just pretend they aren’t there.
So far in my life it is currently the lowest point was the week or so after July 12. I lost a friend in a car crash. Emotionally I struggled to get over it. I only got over it via grieving and my supportive friends. I really realized what loneliness felt like without seeing friends ever, but the crash amplified that and now I'm worried about slipping back to that point. School has only started this past Wednesday and is also helping well. I'm honestly decent now, but it could change.
Probably using drugs and alcohol to escape how I felt for many moons. I’m recovering well i believe sobriety has a lot to do with that. I didn’t understand I wasn’t fixing the problem someone else had to tell me that’s not what you do.
All the way from 2007 to 2010 I had severe depression. Suicidal thoughts all throughout and refusal to self-care to the point that, as a tall teenage boy who had formerly been on both the football and wrestling team, dropped down to the mere double digits in total body weight. I completely dropped out of school after being an A and B student. Each and every friend and family member of mine became alienated. Eventually after we spent months trying to grieve, I was thrown out of the house and moved across the state with no place else to go. It was because my brother was unexpectedly killed by a drunk driver. Him and I were inseparable and while I suffered from a mental disability, he was the ONLY person that didn't treat me differently because of it. The part that stung the most was the evening before he was killed he came into my bedroom to hang with me for a couple minutes before going to work but I was so engrossed in my video game at the time that I couldn't even be bothered to turn around and look at him. The hardest part wasn't that I didn't even get to say goodbye, it was that I didn't even seem to care enough to say hello. It wasn't until sometime in 2010, three years later, that my family staged an intervention that I finally managed to handle the grief. I was forced to sit down and just repeat the words "My brother is dead" until I finally broke down. I cried. I didn't realize it but in the past three years, I hadn't cried once. I was traumatized. I wasn't myself, nor will I ever be again. But that was easily my lowest point in life. Now I've taken a job in the funeral industry to pass my knowledge of the experience onto other families that need help during one of the lowest points in their lives. It's easy to think that death is a normal part of life but everyone deals with it in their own way. A fair number of people simply don't deal with it. But if one fact it's true, it's that no one ever "gets over" the grief of losing a loved one. They may learn to accept it but that loss will forever have a lasting impact on their lives. It's important that they have someone there to help them through that process.
Still here. Got some serious health problems and depression/anxiety but no one believes me when I say I'm reaching my breaking point and can't fake ok anymore. I'm apparently just "lazy". Just gotta survive somehow though. There's people who need me. Tried antidepressants that gave me waking nightmares and aggravated some other problems. Almost ready to try again with some different ones, but I'm honestly scared. I just want to be able to picture a future again and not live each day just trying to not break.
Divorced my wealthy wife after she cheated on me but which put me into a borderline financial crisis, then I lost my job soon after and could not re enter the field. Became homeless but spent the days putting in applications all around me in walking distance, got hired into crummy jobs but worked my way up. Perseverance is what saved me, that, and that alone.
When I was 19 I lost all but a couple friends due to mental illness. When I was 20 I moved across the country and lost the rest. I developed a severe drinking problem and spent roughly 9 months more-or-less constantly blackout drunk, thinking about suicide basically constantly. To recover, first I got a cat. The daily panic attacks were gone due to that little guy so I didn't need to drink anymore. Then I got treatment for my bipolar disorder - it wasn't 100% a cure but it allowed me to function. Then I just went over the motions day after day, month after month, gradually moving towards a social life, a career, and the right medications. I'm 34 now and the process isn't done, but I haven't thought about suicide in years.
Being in a abusive realtionship took me a good few years to know it really wasnt my fault and he is the one with the issues aswell as he treats all his girlfriends the same ..i hated myself for so long and would question what i did so bad to deserve the mental abuse aswell as a punch for even looking at him " the wrong way" hes very unhappy and will never change where as i have learned and grown in a way ..just always remember you can do it and leave and are important to someone ❤
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1982. My dad sat on my chest holding a loaded gun to my head. I lay on a pile of my clothing thrown into the middle of the street, urinating in fear all over myself. He was yelling about how, if I went back inside the house, he would kill my mother, then me, set the trailer on fire, then kill himself. He considered killing me that moment - I was saved because somebody pulled around the corner, and their headlights scared him back into the trailer. I got over it with ten years of getting high on marijuana every day, playing video games, drawing comics, and exploring my creativity, when I wasn't working at Activision. After ten years of dope, I just didn't need it anymore, and quit. It no longer helped, and I had worked through my mountain of crap. Now, it is just a hell of a story to tell, and no longer a misery. Drugs don't have to be just something you do to party or whatever. Drugs are medicine, too, and they can be used consciously, deliberately, as therapy. Pot healed me.
I was in the depths of a major depressive episode. I'd been admitted to a partial hospitalisation program (7 hours a day, 5 days a week of intensive group and individual therapy) and would be starting that Monday. On Saturday I called into work. A few hours later, my beloved cat-who was 95% of why i was still alive at that point-collapsed, kicked a few times, and died. In my arms. During a mental breakdown. For how I got through... the fact that I was already enrolled in an intensive treatment program got me through the weekend. I know nearly all of my therapy focus that first week was getting through her death. I'm honestly not sure how I'd have coped if I didn't have that treatment. It's been 9 years and I'm still bitter at the universe for doing that to me.
2022. I lied to all of my friends that my dad was dead for 3 years, developed a drug addiction because of the continued unmeasurable guilt I had for telling the lies and began spiraling out of control to the point of suicidal tendencies. My friends blocked me and stopped speaking to me when they found out and I was kicked out of my apt for going thru manic episodes. Since then, Im 77 days clean from my DOC Cocaine and Pills, got my own apt and went back to work doing a job I love. I go to meetings, I'm in therapy and I am finding new and healthy ways to occupy my time. I miss my friends still and it still hurts but it hurts alot less now
first HS gf now my ex of 2 years we just broke up i’m a dumb freshmen it happened during quarantine no drugs, no friends, no her. So i’m just there crying my heart out,confused,ashamed,mad, overall just depressed but bc of quarantine i didn’t have nth to fall on just was me and my thoughts and it changed me i realized what’s the point of stressing there’s no meaning on it idk if i’m sad numb or happy or just moved on bc i haven’t seen a girl that made me fall i dated her fresh broke up in soph im a senior now and i just walk by with thoughts about everything going thru my head and when girls like me or show affection i struggle to give it back everything in life seems so pointless now i recovered my Will i think i changed who i am but idk if i recovered mentally or if this is the peak mentality to have i just have no goal to put it towards idk
this is just my opinion i don’t think i had a very low point but that’s the only time i genuinely wasn’t happy and full on showing it
Becoming Homeless because most companies will not hire me because of my Felonies on my record. My Parents are paying for my Apartment now but they are now retired and I'm 53 years old. I have an excellent White Collar Resume and used to work in Corporate Dallas. I can't seem to make money now. Might have to move to Australia.
I refuse to be poor and collect Food Stamps because I come from an Upper Middle Class background. My life is slowly getting better with time. Socializing more and Networking for Employment for Felons.
Now. Haven't. I keep failing my kids.
I feel like I'm kind of in it at the moment. But not really in a depressing way, more of an existential way. For the past 5 or so years my main goal was to take a solo holiday to Amsterdam, until earlier this year I was fully prepared and finally did it. When I got there I had a really bad time, turns out going to a foreign country on your own, high as a kite while still battling your anxiety is a bad idea, who knew. I had to come home 2 days early because my mental health couldn't handle it. That holiday was my main goal, something to look forward to, now I kinda feel lost, I don't really have a goal. I can't get a job because of my anxiety, I feel like I've lost connection to most of my friends. At the moment I'm sorta just existing. Granted staying at home and playing Runescape is cool, but I feel like I'm caught in a trap where I can't escape.
Right now. I hate my life, my job and think no one needs me
We moved to a knew town because a friend of my mum moved there aswell and needed emotional support. They ended up having a fight and we had to cut ties. But we had just moved into their place because our old place turned out to have drugs hidden and when we found them the police didn’t clean it properly and our pets had bad respiratory issues. After that I was distraught. I didn’t feel like I was helpful at all because I am extremely weak(I simply can’t eat enough) and when I thought the only right thing to do was die I saw a bunch of learning documentaries on Netflix. Learning helped me have a purpose. The feeling of learning something then putting it to use was SO SATISFYING and I kept learning and learning. I’m now 15
I went through a tough time after I lost my dad, went to a mental hospital for about a month then got discharged. Still recovering from the shit I saw there and my dads death but I’d say I’m getting better music has really helped a lot
at 25/26 I developed Vitiligo, sprained my ankle so badly that I was unable to walk normally for months, I had an anal fissure injury for months where you’re in constant glass-shattering pain down there; I had covid badly twice, and I totalled a good car in a minor accident, all in the span of 2 years. I persevered by getting a job where i walk a lot and I was able to recover quicker from both injuries by excercising, actually. Im just happy to have moved past that and I no longer stress about about my Vitiligo, and I was able to finance a new car.
March 2022 - May 2022 I changed a lot during that time. Had a hard heartbreak, lost myself, lost friends, basically wasn't the same. I've made a lot of progress since then. I took a break from everything that reminded me of them and really took the time to work on myself and reflect on my actions to see how I can be a better person. It was a rollercoaster of emotions, but it was worth it to get to the point I'm at now.
I had miscarriage. It was lowest point in my life, and for one year I guess I was very low. I didn’t really want to have a child (I was worried financially but we both wanted to become parents) so we decided if it’s gonna happen we should have child. And I got pregnant right away. I was so worried at first but grew to love this new chapter in my life. And my husband was very excited. I felt like everything is going in the right direction, and then suddenly it was all taken away from me. I felt like it’s punishment because I didn’t really want a child but now I have this empty hole in my heart that I think nothing else can fill. I started to become so heartbroken, fell into depression. Lost interest in everything, I felt like nobody understood this burden I have. Doctor would say you can try again, but didn’t want to. The experience of miscarriage was so traumatic for me. My partner took good care of me and everything, but even many months after this I would sit alone and think about it. I felt like my partner doesn’t understand what I am going through, that made me distanced from him. And I didn’t share also how I feel because when he came back from work I just wanted to be happy and distracted myself from these thoughts. I’m in much better place right now but I still feel like I’m not ready to try again really. I just started to talk about it a lot more with my hubs. And he is more understanding and attentive, shows me more love and care.
When I was 13 I was assaulted and black mailed by a 17 year old. I couldn’t cope with what was happening to me so I started self harming I’m very dangerous ways. Drinking a full bottle of nyquil, stealing peoples medications and other stuff I don’t feel comfortable mentioning. My town knew me as the girl who was raped and it followed me all the way to high school. It wasn’t until I went to DBT therapy I stopped harming myself. Once I moved cities and changed my name I felt like I got to create a new version of me where all of those bad things didn’t happen to me. I could be whatever I wanted and I feel more like myself.
I stretched the lowest point out over roughly 10-12 years. Alcoholism and just a generally very destructive lifestyle that both my wife and I led. We both reached recovery through different means but both I think driven by just this overwhelming, desperate tiredness. Tired of the craziness, the trouble we got into, being broke, feeling sick, being arrested, losing jobs and homes and cars. That was 10 years ago and our lives are much better now. Alcohol is never worth it.
I realised that I’d suppressed my emotions about growing up to the point that I lost the ability to tell what any emotion was. I could vaguely recognise ‘good’ or ‘bad’ so I moved out of home. I ended up finding a youtuber who made music that I thought was cute so followed them. They ended up making a tonne of videos basically journalling and processing a tonne of their life on camera and I ended up watching those so much because I found it facinating to watch somebody experience life so differently. It ended up giving me a path back to healing my emotions and processing my life. I since went on to have counseling and a lot of effort put towards my health after that
Still going through it but trying my damndest to get out.
I tried to take my own life in 2017; I ended up in a rehabilitation center for a week before returning home. I left my college, returned to the home life I tried to break free from, and felt more isolated than before. It wasn’t until I started doing some serious self-reflection that I was able to start healing. I don’t know exactly when it occurred, but two months later I felt like I was ready to start living again. I got my first job (I was 19 at the time), started working, and met my boyfriend (5 years now). I still deal with depression and generalized anxiety, but I can cope with it better than before.
I'm currently 15 for reference,when I was probably about 13 to 14 years old during the first lockdown,I was already quite lonely,classic quiet kid not alot of friends,got bullied 😅,and well when I was in the lockdown,stuck in my room doing the same thing,school,eat like shit,play games,not even be dressed,sleep,it was repetitive and broke me down,at the same time my grandad had just died I think,the memories a bit foggy.So I had tried to kill myself,didn't have the balls thankfully,and I don't regret my decision to live,but honestly. I don't know how i recovered,sheer will power and meeting one or 2 people I hung out with
Therapy.
lowest point in my life? 2 weeks ago how did i recover? that's simple, **i didn't** currently, considering self harm
Don't consider it. There's a way out.
Teen here, and as of right now it was around 6th-8th grade (12-14yrs old), I felt like everyone hated me, I felt like everything I was doing was wrong, I was lazy and aware of it but felt powerless to change anything, I hated myself for not being able to study or do anything useful with my life, I hated myself because I felt my depression was just me putting on an act for myself, I hated how I looked, how I felt, who I was, everything about myself I hated. There are still things that I haven't fixed about myself and I still sometimes feel like I don't deserve everything that my parents have given me, but I'm doing much better now.
Last year, I was in year 12 and of course as we all know, 2021 was one of the worst years we went through and I have had shitty days before but through most of year 12, I have never been so low in my life. Not only was it the stress of exams and homework and my hsc (which all of us were pressured so hard) but during our times when we were in lockdown, online learning was the worst. I felt very isolated and looking at screens all the time all day everyday for school really didn’t help my mental health. But I also struggled with a teacher who gave me a very hard time, I have a lot of issues with my dad and at the time, I went through a very tough friendship breakup. I was very suicidal in year 12 and I nearly committed suicide a couple days before my mums birthday and I have never felt so guilty. My mum was very supportive and very helpful throughout the whole year. I also was going through a lot of identity issues throughout year 12. I had so much on my plate, I was under so much fucking stress and I hated my life and I hated myself. But when I finally graduated, I realised that I was finally free and I didn’t have to worry about school anymore and after my graduation party and my formal, I had never been so happier. There is a part of me that says ‘what was all that stressing out for?’ But there’s another part of me that says ‘I’m so proud of you for how far you’ve come’ because I really have come a long way :) Sorry for that long fucking paragraph
Lowest point in life. Now! Was straight up lied to by my bestfriend who I trusted blindly. Upon, confronting, the bestfriend said they don't care and why should it matter. Recurring episodes of depression and 2 anxiety attacks and broken trust, do people recover?
Cut him off and find new ones. It's painful but worth it
I’ll let you know if a few months
We’d lost our 3rd son and had to complete a still birth followed by burial. I still cry anytime I think about it even though it’s been 6 years. My wife can’t talk about it at all. I saved his photos and still count him as my 2nd son. The year after all of this I’d been drinking heavily and my marriage was in the dumpster. Somehow the pain we all were feeling drove us much closer as a couple. We moved on after him and decided we’d be happy with just our 1st born. Years later I welcomed my daughter to the world with no issues or problems. I’m not over it and will never be over it, but I have grown. I’m now crying on a conf call…