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.

@Awfullysaddm I'm so sorry to hear your life, so so difficult for you.

Some things are worse than death aren't they.

@loubieloo4 your story really touched me, I'm so sorry xxx

Popped back for a cheeky hand hold. Can hardly believe it but police rang yesterday.. My estranged ds is officially a missing person.
Feel like posting here jinxed something bad to happen to him.
Not feeling very rational.

After having my heart broken terribly I started dating a new guy on the re bound. New guy turned out to be very damaged by a recent divorce and some substance abuse problems. Nonetheless I got very attached. New guy eventually realised he wasn’t ready to date and called things off with me. We kept speaking and I hoped he would come around. We saw eachother to try to be friends, slept together and I got pregnant. I told him I was pregnant but that I would get a termination, and he just completely did one. I thought at the time he basically couldn’t handle what was going on emotionally, and luckily had amazing friends to support me through an absolutely horrendous time, made worse by being at an incredibly stressful job at the time and feeling unable to tell my parents about the pregnancy/termination. A few months later I saw on Facebook that new guy had actually got his ‘best friend’ pregnant around the same time, they were together and keeping the baby. It took me a long time to get over how rejected and used I felt by all of this.

The only way I got over it was time, and happily meeting my now DH later that same year. We have recently had our own LO and I couldn’t be happier. I do still sometimes think of how old that first baby would be now, but I can honestly say I don’t feel any more anger towards new guy. Him and the best friend have another kid now and I saw on Facebook they recently got married. I am happy enough in my own life now to genuinely feel that I wish him the best, though I do feel he gaslighted me so successfully around the time that he scarpered I would still gratefully receive an apology and an affirmation from him that I wasn’t mad to want some sort of support from him at that time.

@Sadmamhere oh no!! I'm terribly sorry and sending lots of love and handholds!!
I'd start a fresh thread if i was you, your post may be missed by many who are just scrolling through, sending hugs

26 years old, 5 months pregnant with 2nd DC and not a soul knew, even family as I was too ashamed to be having a child with another loser who had walked away. Flat was a tip due to Hyperemesis Gravidarum and depression, couldn't care for my daughter properly, didn't shower or brush my hair and spiralling in to debt with no motivation to sort it. I remember phoning the abortion clinic at 20 weeks because I saw no other way out. Thank God I didn't go through with that .. My son is the light of mine and his sister's life now. I'm still a single mum but we are ok. I'm paying back my debts and I'm learning to love and take care of myself again. Our home is lovely and clean and the kids are both happy. I'm learning to drive and hoping to attend university eventually. ❤

When I was about nine and my foster mother was beating and kicking me and I was kneeling on the kitchen floor in a pool of my own piss because I'd wet myself out of fear. I couldn't articulate it at the time, but I remember wondering how my life had got to such a low point and there was basically no way out.

On a brighter note, I was eventually removed from that place.

@rosiethehen that's just awful

6 years ago I was accused by the school of being an unfit parent, because they disputed Ds1's AS traits and reported me for munchausens.
Because my parents are senior social workers they prepared my case and SS eventually apologised for the case being handled so badly. But it took 11 weeks to get our dc home. I've never got over it. The powerlessness. I've learnt how to play the system since. But I wouldn't wish this on anyone.

Jesus, is this a race to the bottom? Why would you even start this thread?

@Jellybeansincognito

@Charleyhorses

Jesus, is this a race to the bottom? Why would you even start this thread?

Perhaps to find some hope in stories of how other people have found a way back. Sometimes people can feel that terrible things only happen to them and they have no way out- threads like this prove that isn't true.

@Charleyhorses Wow. Please don't come back to this thread.

So sorry saddm

Mine was losing my first pregnancy. On paper not the worst thing to happen to me. In reality the most devastating and life changing experience that colours my relationship with my DD even now and she is 9 and utterly gorgeous.

Developing serious mental health problems that led to my DC no longer living with me. I remember starting to feel extremely unwell, out of character behaviours, hyper, sexually promiscuous, thinking I was possessed. Told exDH that he needed to step in and look after the DC at the weekends at least, as I no longer was able to remember to feed and clothe them as lack of focus and confusion wouldn't allow it. He refused to help. Went to GP three times and was prescribed only beta blockers and anti depressants. Ended up having to leave the DC in care of SS. Then running away for a year out of shame, guilt and self loathing. Finally being diagnosed two years later with severe bipolar and realising I had a manic episode, and it wasn't my fault. I did what was needed to safeguard the children. Now medicated, trying to rebuild life and relationships with the DC, who live with family members.

My mum leaving a physically abusive relationship with my Dad. I was 6 years old at the time and it was Christmas eve. My dad came home drunk and beat my mum up and was shouting. Me and my younger brother and sister walked out to the hallway to check if our mum was ok and our dad shouted at us to get back into our room or he would come up with a knife and slice us up. The Army and police came to escort us from the house. My mum fled and moved countries, only for my dad to go to court and claim my mother had taken his kids illegally out of the country. The courts ordered my mum to return to the country because she was still legally married to my dad. My mum had nothing to her name in terms of money. Our first night returning we slept in a train station on the floor and went to a homeless shelter early the next morning. We ended up being housed in 9 different homeless shelters until the council were able to give us a house 4 years later. The kick in the teeth was after all that suffering my dad made us go through and having to return to the country, he never once came to visit us. He did it all just to spite my mum.

Being homeless

I had a horrible few months where everything that could go wrong did. My grandfather died very suddenly, my sister got very sick, my parents divorced, my long term relationship broke down and I was made redundant. Felt like a cosmic joke. Fortunately came out the other side but I felt like a bit of a robot throughout it, just on autopilot and existing rather than living.

The last six months have been pretty gruelling.

Told a few days into lockdown that my dad had 'suspected' gastrointestinal cancer, but they couldn't confirm as he was too frail for invasive tests.

It's been six months now and it appears the 'diagnosis' was incorrect but he is now at the the last stage on the frailty index...bed bound, incontinent, his voice is failing which is really tough.

Trying to support him and mum through it all, only child, no other family, minimal/haphazard support from relevent agencies, whilst working f/t and more or less singlehandedly raising a teen going through all the GCSE upheaval has brought me to my knees.

I could cope if there was a time frame but it's like staring down a tunnel with no light at the end.

@Timepasses

When I realised my son has Autism. 8 years ago now but I will never forget the overwhelming feeling of despair. I never want to feel like that again. He is 10 now, non verbal with severe learning difficulties. Lockdown has been hard with no school or respite and I still have bad days but nothing compares to that time.

Realising my DS was autistic was one of the worst moments of my life. I’d just had a new baby and was sat at a playgroup when the realisation hit me like a ton of bricks.

Not going to lie things are pretty dire at the minute. I’ve never been so overweight and I’m worried about my mums health problems.

Loosing my son, I will never be the same woman again, everyday is a struggle and at times I feel nothing but despair and hatred for the cards I've been dealt

I would have said when my partner died of cancer when I was in my mid-20s as without going into details all the extenuating circumstances absolutely trashed everything I believed in and left me freefalling with nothing solid to hold on to for a long time.

Only now I think my lowest point could be now. It’s now me who is facing a potential diagnosis which would be fine, only I have a very small son and am absolutely terrified of leaving him without a mum. Watching my partner die was extremely hard but I only had myself to deal with once he did. I was a mess but eventually dragged myself together. Scarred, but better in many ways. If I die I leave a son in pain for the rest of his life. An unbearable thought.

When my beautiful dd was murdered is and always will be the lowest point in my life.
I didn't want to live anymore, the only thing that stopped me from killing myself I was 7 months pregnant with dd2 at the time.
Its nearly 5 years now since the police arrived at our door and our lives changed forever.
Nothing will ever come close to how I felt at that time.

Oh dear God @ParkheadParadise I’m so so sorry

I'm sorry @ParkheadParadise, that's beyond awful.

Hail hail

I hope I haven't got that wrong

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