What has been the lowest point of your life?

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Could be anything - money, job, relationships

I'm feeling low about the way my life has gone since the coronavirus. Job will be over end of September and i'm worried about money and competition to find another job with the recession.

Losing a very important family member.

A bad relationship I had with an abusive violent manipulator and his equally vile family. That period of my life was just so depressing and I have big regrets for not getting out of it sooner.

Another abusive relationship (I know how to pick them!) with a narcissistic twat who would call me all kinds of dreadful names. Again I look back and wonder why I didn't tell him where to go. Both relationships left me riddled with anxiety that I'm still battling today.

Unfortunately that is a very easy question to answer. Losing my husband 2 years ago. Out of the blue, the fittest, strongest man I'd ever known was gone. It wasn't just the lowest point of my life, it was the end of my life as I'd known it since I was 17. The physical, unbearably raw grief and shock has eased as I've got used his absence but life has lost much of its appeal and I miss him every day.

Coming home one day to find my fiancé had packed all his items and gone. I never saw him again. Life had not been roses up until that point anyway with a terrible upbringing. Followed by moving into the city with random flat mates whilst self harming so regularly and sleeping with any man who would look at me. Parading guys through the house at all hours. I had a very well paid senior level job at this time, paid travel, company car. How I pulled it off I’ll never know. Throwing up on the bathroom floor of my shared house after taking 50 pro plus to get the attention of some guy I’d known 6 weeks - just because I was so desperately lonely with parents that couldn’t of cared less. Burning the side of my stomach with deodorant and spending the night in the burns unit. Driving across wales one night to meet an internet chat up in army barracks that just might, oh maybe, be the one that could fix me. I look back and I didn’t actually have depression etc as so many self harmers do, I was just so lonely. I desperately wanted to feel unconditional love and to give someone the same.

It all ended the Day I rolled over after a night with yet another guy and cut my arms again whilst he laid next to me just because I knew I’d be alone again when he left (so why not). He woke up saw what had happened, silently put his arms around me, pulled me closer and we fell back to sleep. No judgement, I finally felt completely safe. 2 years later he became my husband. In that time I slowly stopped self harming and never looked back. I am probably one of the most normal, adjusted, self aware people I know. We have a wonderful life, three beautiful children, lovely house, great job, good salary, good friends. We do boring things at the weekend like walks and the beach. We argue over the washing up. It is so blissfully dull. I still wake up in the morning and in that 5 seconds where I wonder where I am I have that feeling of am I alone, until I realise that my whole family adores me. Our life is all I could of wished for. I was searching for a saviour then and I got it. Consistent, normal Love literally saved my life.

I pray every day that my ‘lowest point’ is the lowest life will ever get, that I escaped in tact. I made it Out.

My biggest fear is loosing my wonderful family and I would love the low times again and again to prevent that happening.

Not rtft but, when I was 15, after being cheeky to my mother because I was so badly bullied at school and I was desperate for her to be kind and understand or even let me stay at home. She knocked me to the floor and started kicking my head and body. I remember being curled up on the floor feeling utterly broken. I took 4 paracetamol snd a couple of amoxil tablets because I also had a discharging ear infection (I know) and told her I wanted to die. She said I'd be fine and because I had missed the school bus due to the beating she took me there in the car, ranting all the way.

The only thing I had was music. This track especially.

People think I am bonkers for holding an ex junkie and his other band (they're honestly lovely) in such high regard, but they don't know that story.

It did get a bit better when I left home, and things do change. It won't always be like this, op. In the mean time try the song, I hope it helps.

Losing dad when he was in his 40s literally here one day gone the next

My Aunty hanging herself

But worst day emergency section - hours later baby taken in middle of night to another hospital as my birth hospital didn't have level 3 care and DC needed ventilation and nearly died - that has caused me severe PTSD there is a horrific back story but I don't want to detail.

Some very sad stories here ❤️
Mine was the day I realised I couldn't carry on with my job, a job I had wanted to do so badly and worked so hard to get. I was a child protection social worker with an unmanageable caseload, completely burnt out and suffering crippling anxiety. I went on a training course with a colleague who drove us there, I cried all the way back in the car - to this day I don't know what about, a build up I think. Anyway, long story short..I got all my notes up to date and finished outstanding reports before going on long term sick leave. That day in the car I didn't recognise myself, I felt by far the lowest I have ever felt. I handed in my notice while on leave, I didn't have a clue what I would do next but I just couldn't carry on. I had 4 months at home with my kids before applying for a totally unrelated job, been there 5 years and I love it. I'm me again!
Mine is trivial compared to others here.

@Redannie118 :( hope you’re ok that’s so so much to be dealing with

Saddm no other mother would not understand your need to grieve and that he was your baby boy. I’m
So sorry you went through this.

Such a sad thread and sending love to you all. My lowest point in my 51 years was my seven year old being diagnosed with leaukemia and the hell that followed. He survived and is healthy now thank goodness. That followed my stage 3 breast cancer diagnosis, my lovely mother in laws death from skin cancer and my dads diagnosis of bowel cancer. Sorry for everyone that is suffering xx

At fourteen when every single person I trusted failed me. Blamed me and shamed me. Multiple people became abusers, one in a very nasty way and I was subjected to cse for years.
The abuse was horrific but it was the abandonment by everyone I loved and realising I couldn’t trust anyone that still haunts me. I’ve had a ton of therapy, six years worth and I’m no longer mess with cptsd. Life is amazing in a way I didn’t think was possible. But I’m back in therapy again trying to deal with the grief and pain of having lost every single person who I trusted when I was a teen

I hope work prospects brighten for you.

Right now.

Estranged from a parent, financially on my arse, no job, depressed, lonely, marriage struggling. It's all awful.

My mum dying suddenly ten years ago and having to carry on with four young kids was hard. Also an awful job experience and feeling humiliated by a boss last year was awful and resulted in mental health problems.

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Some very sad stories here ❤️ Mine was the day I realised I couldn't carry on with my job, a job I had wanted to do so badly and worked so hard to get. I was a child protection social worker with an unmanageable caseload, completely burnt out and suffering crippling anxiety. I went on a training course with a colleague who drove us there, I cried all the way back in the car - to this day I don't know what about, a build up I think. Anyway, long story short..I got all my notes up to date and finished outstanding reports before going on long term sick leave. That day in the car I didn't recognise myself, I felt by far the lowest I have ever felt. I handed in my notice while on leave, I didn't have a clue what I would do next but I just couldn't carry on. I had 4 months at home with my kids before applying for a totally unrelated job, been there 5 years and I love it. I'm me again! Mine is trivial compared to others here.

This sounds like me after years of Nursing dealing with horrific situations. After a terrible nightshift where the whole place felt unsafe I just told my team leader I was quitting and changed careers. Have never looked back. I stuck it for too long and it ruined way too much of my life.

Name changed for this.
Had an abortion at 19-only told bf and it was traumatic.
Married someone with a horrible, controlling temper who then had an affair and tried to screw me over in the divorce. He is now emotionally abusive to my grown up kids who are low contact with him.
Had a cancer scare resulting in a big operation.
Got involved with a charming man who turned out to have a criminal past that is still affecting my career; lost my job because of him. He was physically abusive too and I had to get police and family help to get rid of him.
Married to a nice man now but I struggle with anxiety and am in therapy.

When my father passed away. When my son attempted to take his own life.

Some of these make tough reading.

for you all.

Strangely, my father dying and having to fight doctors to respect his wishes and turn off his life support was not the worst thing, because I was so grateful he died and wasn't in pain any more. The worst was when the love of my life got his ex pregnant at the same time I'd been told I might struggle to conceive.

My Mum dying in November.
Prior to that, the week after having my now 3 year old.... but nothing in comparison to losing my mum.

Teens to early 20s for me.

Horrifically bullied all the way through secondary school, raped at 13 by a friend's brother, best friend diagnosed with cancer when we were 17 , another good friend dying of a sudden massive heart attack when I was 21. Followed by a miscarriage a month later, then falling pregnant as a student and ending my career before it even began.

It's only now as I'm turning 30 that I feel like I am getting somewhere near to getting my life back together. My ds is nearly 7, I have found a job I like and that I am good at (and has a reasonable amount of progression and hours that suit me).

I'm not entirely over it all (I don't honestly think I ever will be, that was a lot of grief pretty young) but I think it's made me a nicer person, because you never know the shit people are going through and tomorrow is never guaranteed even if you are young and seemingly invincible.

I’m in my lowest point right now.
My ex is making my life hard and I feel in a really dark place like I can’t ever be free from him.

Very close second is when I had an abortion 3 years ago. It was a very dark time and it changed me.

2 years ago, the high street shop that my partner and I had run successfully for 30 years went into liquidation. Footfall had reduced by over 25% over 5 years, but rates, insurance, wages, staff pensions kept rising year on year (have they had done for the 30 years we were trading) The last 2 years were awful. Working 6 days a week minimum, with rarely a day off together. When we finally took our accountants advice and liquidated, we had to make 2 staff redundant who had been with us for over 25 years each, and felt more like family than staff. 2 years on, and we are relieved we went before the shit storm that retailers are currently facing. All the legals are nearly complete, and although we lost a bucket load of cash, we have not lost our house, and feel fortunate. Both our staff found new jobs. One has just had a promotion too, so it has turned out okish in the end, but a very stressful time, that still costs us sleep at night.

Being widowed aged 25 after 18 months of marriage.

So sorry @PoloNeckKnickers mines is also being widowed, l was 34

My mother pushing me away as a teenager. For some reason she decided she preferred my brother and she built up a separate life with him despite me being at home too. They went to Center Parks together, the USA together, Switzerland, the list goes on. I didn't really like school and my closest friend there had just left. I was just at home on my own every holiday while they did lovely things together. There were always day trips too. Everything was always booked in secret so I never knew until it came out. I felt totally rejected for years.

Fast forward 20 years and I have a good relationship with my mum. It sort of fixed itself. I'll never know why it happened.

There have been some sad times in my life, the deaths of my father and my wonderful friend, but nothing has ever left me as low as that feeling of rejection and isolation as a child.

I am lucky that I now have a very happy life but I only have one child. I couldn't cope with the fear that I might ever inadvertently leave one feeling less loved than their sibling.

14 years ago tomorrow at 4.15pm my brother lost his 2 week battle after being stabbed over 16 times in a frenzied attack. I held his hand as he died. Was the worst moment of my life and I've had a few bad moments. We really didn't think he would die but after a week and multiple operations he was put into an induced coma but never made it. The last words he said to me was actually through a nurse when I phoned up late one night to ask how he was, he said tell her I love her. He was 28 with 3 kids and one on the way. Every year my parents and me get together to have good old laugh and reminisce. He would have wanted that. He had a wicked sense of humour. 💔