What was the lowest point in your life?

1. I had a total no show for my 10th birthday party. It was two years after I lost both my parents, lost my foot and got burns all over my body. It was at this point, I realised no one liked the scarred little freak.
   — TheSixthMambo


2. I was homeless due to many bad decisions... Mostly drugs. At first, I blamed everyone else for my shitty decisions, but I quickly realized it was my own damn fault. I couch surfed for a while. Stayed at one friend's house for a month, then another friend's house for a month, so I wouldn't overstay my welcome. I quit doing drugs, and filled out applications. Eventually I got a job, and either my friends would give me rides or I would just walk if I had to. One 90 degree day, I had to walk to work and passed a garage sale. I saw a bike for $25 and bought it. For months I rode that bike to work until I saved up enough for an old beat up car (it ran though!), and after that I saved up for a place. It took about 7 months to get completely back on my feet again, but I couldn't have done it without my friends.
   — michonne_impossible


3. Right now actually. Three years ago, my wife and I had a pretty good life. We had a house, good jobs, and newer vehicles. Life was good and we decided to add to it by having children. When our first was born two years ago, my wife had been looking at getting a new job. It was her dream job but it was in a different state. However, it also was only about an hour away from family. So we figured if she took the job, we could stay with family until I found a job and then proceed with life. She got the job and we proceeded with the plan. However, I have been unable to find a job that also pays enough to keep my kids (I have two kids now) in daycare. The last job I had, it cost us $200 a month for me to work. I’m going back to school, but won’t be done for another 2 years. Just got a letter that we are being sued by a credit card company for failure to pay. And stuff just keeps piling on. I literally can’t breath sometimes when I think about it. I don’t need any pity. We did this to ourselves. It just stinks that we took a chance and failed miserably. I have no idea where to go from here. I hope eventually things will get better, but I’m unsure. It just felt nice to get that off my chest.
   — nextstop_poundtown






4. I weighed 230lbs at the age of 15. I wasn't super tall (maybe 5'8"?). My dad would tease me and say "we're the same weight, but like, 30 years apart!" . My parents were never direct with it, I guess they wanted to spare my feelings, so they never brought it up. All I did was play video games for like, 6-8 hours a day and sit in school or sleep for the rest of it. I was never active and always ate until I was full. Then, I worked up the courage to ask out this girl I was crushing on for a few years. She rejected me and said "I like you as a friend" . Which to me translated to "you're too fat" . So I started working out and just watching what I'd eat. I'd hit the elliptical machine for 45 minutes a day and jog for a good 10 or so minutes after that (ellipticals are the bee's knees because they spare your knees. Very low impact and they burn a ton of calories. I highly recommend them!). So, being Canadian, starting that regiment in the winter, nobody really saw my body change. To my peers, I lost all that weight in one summer. (We went from the warm times to winter, to summer break (Nobody saw my bod with all that winter clothing)) I dropped to about 165-170 lbs. With my newly acquired shape, I went back to the girl I loved and was going to win her heart! It was going to be like in the movies.. Sure enough, she rejected me again. "It wasn't your weight that bothered me, I actually care for you as a friend." Blew my damn mind that one. After high school finished, I got into weightlifting and sports during my years at cegep. I've never felt better. I'm now roughly 200lbs, 6'1" and in the best shape of my life. But I'll never forget the feeling , the pit in my stomach when I'd stand topless in front of my mirror, and just fucking hate what was looking back at me. I hated my body. I still don't like being in pictures. Some habits don't leave..
   — conradkolo


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6. I was at the Doctors and I asked for help with depression. She wrote something on a piece of paper, and told me to give it to the receptionist. The receptionist couldn't read the paper, so in the middle of reception in front of everyone I had to mention about needing help for my depression. They said they'd put me down for a therapist and call me back. They never called me back. I just wanted help, and no one would help me
   — TomasNavarro






7. High school, junior year. Bullying was bad. I'd skip lunch to avoid torment. Got super depressed, turned to painkillers. Spent the year hiding in the girl's bathroom crushing pills. Came home one night, tied a noose, wrote a note, and started crying. At that point, my dog began aggressively cuddling me, nearly knocking me down with the force of his nuzzles. I wrapped my arms around that mongrel and sobbed into his fur. He saved my life. Studying at uni now, and life is good. Found a passion for ecology and mathematics. My dog and I run at dawn every day, and camp in the backcountry several times a month. He's a good boy.
   — k01110100


8. Graduated from college with a pretty worthless degree and had no idea what to do with my life. Got a job bartending, got caught in a cycle of booze/drugs, living with a bunch of other guys going down the same dead-end road. Began to realize that I never spoke with my family, and every true good friend I had was gone. Caught myself playing with a loaded pistol at 3am one morning, by myself in my room. Decided to throw everything away and start over. Got an extremely hard construction job that paid well instead. Couldn't get away with drinking/drugging anymore, so it cleaned me up while challenging me in every possible way. Now I own my own business in that industry. Best decision I ever made.
   — Gamejunkieaj


9. Last year my wife cheated on me. I gathered my things and told her I was leaving, she literally begged me to stay. I told her we'd work on our issues. I did, she didn't. I worked to change all of the things she said I needed to work on but no more than two weeks later she cheated on me again. Our lease was up soon and she decided to get her own place. I couldn't afford a place on my own at the time so when our lease ended in September, I hit the streets. I couch crashed a couple of nights but many were spent sleeping in my car. So here I was with crippling depression, no family within 1200 miles, sleeping in my car, taking showers at the gym. So far, the lowest part in my life. By the end of November I'd saved some money up and got into a mobile home the day before Thanksgiving. I had a pot, a fork, and some ramen, so that was Thanksgiving dinner. I ate on a small foam mattress in the corner of the room but I had a home.
   — daviep






10. When I was 25, obese, unemployed, living with parents, and so riddled with depression, social anxiety and nervousness about my stuttering that I couldn't even bring myself to go around to places and ask for work. I thought about killing myself many times but couldn't go through with it as I knew it would break my twin brother and parents. It took quite a while but now at 33 I have managed to get an okish job, have lost most of the weight and now own my home, even if it's a pretty cheap one in a smaller area. Plus most importantly, I'm much happier and haven't had any serious issues with depression in nearly 7 years. I know that I am incredibly lucky to have had such a supportive immediate family, not everyone has that.
    — Charlie_Runkle69


11. Arrested for smoking crack in a Walmart.
    — xanax_pineapple


12. I was a very lonely person suffering clinical depression, approaching the category of Incel but I still had a best friend helping me live life as positively as I could. His dad died and he had to move back home with his mum to support her (which I completely understood). I was left living alone, working a job with shit pay and smoking a ridiculous amount of weed which had me so close to broke that I was living off vegemite on toast every day and night. I then met a young girl who had 2 young children (2 and 5) to different fathers. I very very quickly fell head over heels for her and her and I hung out every night after work and every weekend. Turns out she was a very very bad person. When I say I fell for her, i fell HARD. I gave up the weed cold turkey. She knew it too and took full advantage. I bought her packets of smokes (in Australia, so $30+ a packet), groceries, shoes, clothes. She told me her phone was shit and needed a new one but she had no money and no credit so I went on a plan and she made one payment before I started picking up that tab too. After a while she told me she was getting evicted and had nowhere to go so we moved in together. I of course volunteered to pay the majority of the rent. I paid $300 a week, she paid $50. She said she had OCD so none of my old furniture was any good. I said no problem and got $4k of new furniture on finance that she said she would make payments on but never did. About a month into the 6 month lease she met a guy online and asked him to move in, obviously he was unemployed so could not pay any rent or bills. After a couple of weeks this snapped me out of my infatuation and I was able to start looking at things objectively. I realised I'd been taken for a fucking ride and how in debt and fucked up I'd allowed myself to become. I confronted them, told her that she had promised to pay for the iPhone and furniture. She laughed and said I had never asked for money until now and that I was only jealous of her and her man. Two days later I came home from work and the house was empty except for my room. She had moved out with the guy and taken everything. I went to the cops and told them what had happened and said I wanted charges pressed. They said because I had given her a key to the house there was nothing they could do and they didn't consider anything stolen. I explained, she was on the lease, of course she had access to the house but the stuff was all in my name and I could prove it with paperwork but they were not interested and told me there was nothing I could do. I went to the real estate and told them she had broken her lease and moved out without notice. They said she had not been paying her bit of the rent and that I needed to cover it. I was fucked, had nothing to show for my ridiculous amount of debt and could see no way out. I started drinking but couldn't afford anything good. Boxes of wine (Goon as it's known in Australia) sometimes 2 a night. The absolute low point was when I found myself in a bottle-o, with a big jar of 20c coins counting them out to buy my 2 boxes of goon for that night. Shortly afterwards I called a friend who I hadn't spoken to in a long time and cried my guts out. Told them everything. Over the next couple of weeks they stayed in constant contact and introduced me to one of their friends who lived in Adelaide (I was in Wollongong at the time, different state). This new friend was an amazing person. Her and I talked every night on the phone for months on end. When my else ended I upped and moved interstate and now her and I are married with 3 beautiful kids. We have worked very hard and are now completely debt free and are paying off our own house. Life is now officially amazing.
    — UnhelpfulMoron