If you don't mind sharing, what has been the lowest point of your life? How did you get there? How did you get out of it?

Came out about the fact that I was gay (my family rejected me), told me family about being sexually molested (had that secret for around 25 years), and my grandfather died. All happened within a couple of days.

I then went into deep depression, and had some rather dark thoughts about doing myself in. With the help of my then girlfriend and a therapist, I pulled myself out of it.

The lowest point in my life would be finding out that my wife was killed in a car accident. It took about a month to lost my step-kids and house I was living in.

How I got there is a long story but the short answer is that she was an alcoholic with additional psychological problems.

I haven’t gotten out of it. I don’t think I ever will. But I can get up in the mornings and know that the kids are taken care of, probably better than I could have done it, and that every day is a new day and life goes on.

A guy that I was dating committed suicide and I found him. For years I had nightmares, drank too much, and wouldn’t let anyone get close to me. I should have seen a therapist or a counselor, but family and friends kept saying I’d get over it. I did, eventually, but it probably would’ve helped to talk to someone at that time.

I became a drug addict, lost my house, my kids, everything, ended up homeless. I think I just fell off the perch. I was working very hard, had two young kids, a bad marriage. I was immature and selfish. A stranger helped me and I grabbed that help like a life raft. It took about four years but I am healthy now, close to my kids.

My earliest memories are wanting to die. The turn around began when I met Jesus Christ. I’m a totally different person than how I started out. All the pain from my past is gone, and I have true peace and joy.

You guys always bring me around to reality, you know?

When three people in my immediate family suffered life-endangering illnesses, all within 2 months. It seemed like some evil curse or bad luck was set upon us, but I realize now that in life things happen out of coincidence sometimes, and it’s always out of your control. I relied on the power of prayer to get me through that tough time. I know it sounds corny and trite, but I believe in prayer, and I’m not even a religious person.

I wrote a long answer, and have deleted it. It is too painful.
I got thru it by going to therapy, Paxil, and thru the love of my wife. I surely would have killed myself had I not had all three.

When I lost my first husband. I survived because I had an infant son who needed me and understanding family who provided for me as long as I needed it.

I was faceing 15 to 50 years in prison. Makeing a long story short…I was acquitted.

Wow, my low point doesn’t even begin to touch any of the above stories. My lowest was when my husband and I were going through a truly horrible, rocky point in our marriage about 8 years ago. My daughter was 2 and I was really considering divorce, which meant she and I would have to move in with my parents until I got a job and got my feet under me as a single mom. It was terrifying and depressing. My doctor put me on Zoloft and recommended that I get out of the house as much as possible with my close girlfriends. But things ended up working out and my hunnybunny and I are getting close to our 11th anniversary now.