What's the lowest you've ever been?

Ages13–14 was the lowest. I saw a therapist and then what really helped was getting a job. The job worked wonders.

Age 21 I broke up with a long term boyfriend and I was an anxiety ridden mess. I couldn’t eat, cried, dry heaves, shakes, and the low was not as low as the teenage years. What got me through that was great friends, about 6 weeks of Xanax, and time. The depression during that time was nothing compared to the anxiety and physical symptoms that went along with the anxiety.

During my teen years, the “Love of My Life” suddenly broke up with me after a three-year romance (looking back, I don’t blame her….I was a shithead in so many ways….but I digress….). I was devastated, and thought that the rest of my life was surely no longer worth living.

I had no way of knowing that later that year I would meet the ACTUAL Love of My Life, a dream-girl who is still my wife today.

The Moral: Hang in there and stay strong. You never know what tomorrow may bring….

I was lowest when I thought I was days away from dying. As much as it sucked…I’m actually glad I went through that experience, I’m not afraid of anything anymore, not even death because I have already accepted it. It’s part of life and it will help you grow when you come out on the other side of it (depression). It will get better especially if this is depression you are experiencing. Be honest with yourself about what is causing it, accept it and give yourself some time, months—-> years to recover. In the end you’ll be a MUCH stronger person than those who have not experienced it. Don’t be afraid to get help, avoid meds if possible but also don’t be afraid to take them if you must. Again, It WILL get better! Not only better but spectacular!

I went through what I think was the lowest period in my life when I was in my mid-40s, I was I was unemployed and without insurance, completely broke, quite ill, and terribly depressed, convinced that things would never get better. But…

Within six months I had a great job with a company I stayed with for 13 years, I was back on an insurance plan, I had started accumulating some savings, and I had grown physically and mentally stronger.

For various reasons I’ve had some low periods since then, but none that I wasn’t able to navigate through very quickly thanks to some of the lessons I learned from my six-month visit to the bottom of the barrel.

Interestingly enough, I had planned on asking this question myself.
I’d have to say that right now has the potential for being the lowest time in my life. I say potential because it’s only been going on for a couple of weeks. My brother just died. My mother is quite ill. And one of my sisters is seriously ill. I feel like my foundation is being pulled out from under my feet. I am only awake for a few hours at a time and then I sleep some more. I don’t know how I will get out of this. It scares me.

@anniereborn {{hugs}}

When my long term( 8 years at the time )boyfriend and I split. Slept for 2 months straight and got lots of therapy. Thank heaven for my family. I also later on repaired my relationship with him and its amazing how fast that heartache healed (instantly). Lots of trust issues still though but at 13 years now and still going strong.

Too difficult to talk about, even 20 years later.
How I survived that time without blowing my brains out is still amazing to me.

This one time….I actually sought out…...a Justin Timberlake song…..it was a really dark time for me.

I didn’t do anything drastic like purchase it or download it, but I YouTubed it and that was bad enough.

I begged for money (I needed food and a toothbrush) at a Circus Circus casino when I was 18.

I survived by calling my sister in California. She let me stay with her for a few months.

Probably when I was 19–20, right after I dropped out of college. During that time I was working two jobs and crashing on a friend’s couch while I saved up for my own place. We had a falling out and I got kicked out of her house, so I scrambled for places to stay for a few weeks and carried all of my stuff in a backpack. There were a few nights where I was stuck outside, and it was too scary and cold to go to sleep out there, so I rode buses around and went from place to place trying to keep warm, then went to work in the morning.

Later that year, after I was living somewhere, I broke up with a guy I’d been seeing for a while. He got in somehow and vandalized the place, then came back the same night and pounded on the door hard enough to shake the doorframe, yelling at me to let him in. I called the cops and suddenly he was calm and cordial… with them, explaining that he lived there and just wanted to get his stuff. That place was really shitty and I had eczema on my arm while I lived there. The police officer saw my arm and asked how long I’d been doing heroin. It was about 5 in the morning at that point, and I’d gotten off work at midnight. The question was so baffling and out of the left field, and I was so exhausted, that I just burst into tears.

Things are so much better now that it’s hard to believe that stuff really happened. It seems like it happened to another person.

During my Year Of Many Surgeries, I hit a low. I was 19 with my life completely on hold, in pain and very uncertain about my prospects for a relatively normal life. I suffered an incredible amount of anxiety and fear and doubt. I survived by keeping my mind occupied with creative distractions.

Lowest that’s hard to say.

Surviving

Well most of the time I came to realization that I was going to wake up in the morning. That my life wasn’t going to change unless I changed it.

Start small enjoy the air. The leaves crunching under your feet. Enjoy a healthy meal you cooked. Then splurge in a decandant treat. Listen to music live. Teach yourself something.

And when you are ready. Tackle.the bigger issues. Seeing a counselor might help. Quotes.. find words that mean something to you.

Reach out to others. Not for a crutch but for humanity.

Best of luck.

I was periodically suicidal for most of my life, and depression was my constant companion. I survived by going in to therapy and taking medication. It sincerely changed (and saved) my life.

I would say the the times I attempted suicide. I don’t think I have quite survived, but I am alive.

I don’t wish to recount details here, but I will state that I have been to the pit of despair where no light shines.

I survived by checking into a hospital and getting a good mixture of medicine.

I haven’t experienced the degree of depression many of you speak of, even though I have had reason to. I’m great at denial. Facing reality is another thing.

My life sucks period, and I’d be on the street if it wasn’t for my grandmother, and my father should never have married my mom, because he messed up her life and mine, and there’s no money to do anything, and no one is working. My father works at home for an insurance company and only sends checks because he’s obligated. I have binge eating disorder and get very overwhelmed. Traditional college isn’t for everyone and it’s hell for me to just get the money to do a couple of certificate programs. I had to tell people I was suicidal just to get on antidepressants and to finally get a therapist, nothing else worked. I have no friends or family, and my only outlet is going running or working out at the YMCA. I don’t have a driver’s license and there’s no hope for me, because I can’t work some fast food job because of my disorder, and I can’t even get hired as a housekeeper or a receptionist anywhere. The military isn’t for me, because I can’t kill people.

It was when I was in college and realized that I didn’t have what it takes to make it into veterinary school. That forced me to take a close honest look at who I am and that was very painful. I was lower than low for a couple of days but I snapped out of it pretty quickly. There were plenty of other interesting and challenging career options available to me and I moved on and didn’t look back.

Well, my father died when I was 5 and my mom was a drug addict when she was pregnant with me. I was pronounced dead 2 times but survived. Sooo i guess when my mom tried to get back in my life, by using the excuse “Your dad would want it”.