Decribe Your Lowesrt Moment.
February 28, 2009 5:56pm CST
The main purpose of this discussion is to help each and every one of us know, without a doubt that we are not alone in the world as far as hard times go. Often, when we feel we have hit the bottom, we do feel alone, helpless, and hopeless. I have been there myslf, a couple of times. If there is one thing that I feel may have really helped me during those times, it would be to know that I was not the only one who was having a really hard time. I wouldf like for all of us to share our lowest times, and how we got through it. Many ofyou know that I lost my son when he was just 5 weeks old. Yes, that was a very tough time for me, but, believe it or not, it was not my lowest point. The reason I say that is when he passed, I had many people there to help me get through it all and to grieve with me.My lowest oint was when my first husband and I separated right before we divorced. We were married a total of 6 years and during that time, he spent a lot of time in jail and even close to 2 years in prison. When he was sent to prison, the youngest son that we had was only one year old the day he was sentenced and taken away, and I was 2 months pregnant with my daughter. While he was in prison, I worked, got us a place to live so he had a home to come to, I went to school to get my CNA, and I not only raised the kids we already had, I also took care of his oldest son.All while I was pregnant, and all while he was in prison. On top of evrything I had to do each day, I also wrote to him every night so he felt like he was more in toch with us. I also took the kids to see him at least once a month. I was very faithful to him the whole time he was away. was too busy and depressed that he wasn't there to even think about cheating on him. Sox weeks before he got out, something horrible happened to me. To this day, I don't talk about it, and I can't get myself to talk about it here either. At the time, I didn't tell anyone, I just dealt with it on my own. The day he got out, I drove 3 hours to pick him up. I was happy to finally have him coming home. Not even a week went by and the rtumors started flying. What had actually happened to me, which no on ejnew about, turned into a whole twisted story that I was cheating on him. I told him no, I hadn't cheated, and left it at that. The next day, he blatantly accused me again, and said he did not believe me. I finally told him what had happened, and he called me a iar and left. He went out to an old girlfriend's house and cheated on me. Now, he had also cheated several times before, but only once did he actually admit it to me. I had heard that he had, but when I asked him, he said that it wasn't true, and wanting to believe him, I gave hiom the benefit of the doubt. Now here I was, I really did not do anything wrong, and he left, after all the times I stayed by his side, he left. I was devastated. I went through ahorroble depression where I even contemplated suicide. I knew that I could not or would not go that route though because I would never do anything to hurt my kids. I cried for days and days and counldn't eat or sleep. I ended up losing a job because I was sick from lack of food and rest and I would pass out at work. They let me go telling me that as soon as I got things all figured out, I could go back to work. That just added to my misery and made things worse for me. I got so down that my son drew a picture of me crying with a smile on my face and told me that he was putting it on the refrigerator until I went a whole day without crying and ate a meal again. It took me a week, but, I knew that I had to pull out of it. My parents by now, knew what was going on and why. They were really supportive and helped me as much as they could, but I felt like I was just a burden to them. I am so grateful that they were there for me. I got through it all by holding strong to my faith and asking God for guidance. I knew that I had to do something because I was doing my kids no good in the state I was in. I accepted my parents help and I cannot even express in words just how grateful I am that they were there. They told me that he was the one who was losing, not me, and in the end, Like most time, they were right. Okay, I know it can be painful to talk about those hurtful times, I am just about in tears here myself, but, I hope that by me sharing my story, it can help someon else. WHo's with me on this? What was your lowest point and how did you get through it?
1 Mar 09
my lowest moment couldnt probably compare to the rest of your lowest moments. now that I look back, I feel it's so petty compared to what the others have gone through. but then again at that time I felt my whole world has crashed and I didnt know what to do next. to make the long story short, I fell head over heels in love with this guy, gave up everything for him, and then he left me to go back to his former girlfriend who I found out was pregnant at that time. I dont know if he cheated, I honestly dont want to think about it anymore. but if he did, I guess there's some cosmic karma coming his way. it has been two years since then and I am glad to say that I am now in a better place, about to get married to a man who has been there for me for more than 6 years, who has stayed by my side all through out the ordeal. he never judged and never blamed and accepted me for me. I couldnt be any happier. I got through that tough situation through the help of my patient friends and the love of my family. they stayed with me and put up with me during those dark days. for that I am thankful. because of them I learned to trust myself a little bit more and that I am now in a place where I can confidently say I am a stronger person.
• United States
1 Mar 09
My lowest point is now. We haven't got through anything yet but we are waiting ever so patiently. My husband lost his job abut 3 weeks ago. We haven't had a paycheck in 2 weeks, all my family lives in Maryland and we live in Louisiana. We have 2 kids to take care of, we literally just spent our last penny...we are beyond broke, bad credit so we can't get any type of loan, family can't help because they don't have the funds, we are living in a camper that is about to run out of propane, we have no gas in either of our vehicles to even go look for a job, barely any food left and hoping to God that we will get out of this alive. There is definitely more to this than just that but that is the majority of everything. It's horrible when you know you don't have the help and you have to try and help yourself with absolutely no money at all. I have never been this bad off. Jobs are so hard to find and the majority of them want someone with a 4 yr degree in something and neither of us have that.
1 Mar 09
I'm glad you survived lyn. You're so brave so i salute you. My lowest moment would be when my parents betrayed me in a sense that my decision didn't matter to them. I always wanted to stay in my hometown but they still transfered me to another city against my will. They even bought me the plane ticket without me knowing it and in 5 days i had to leave. I felt like a ball bouncing any direction they wanted. It made me so depressed that i stayed in the room the entire day for almost two months. I still couldn't believe they can do that to me. Right now i don't trust them anymore. I'm still here in the city (not my hometown). I'm just doing them a favor, against my will of course!
• United States
28 Feb 09
my lowest moment has been just loosing my home right before christmas. i have 5 kids and it was hard to explain to them that we had to move in with family where we would not fit very well. we are making it work, but it is hard. we don't have our own rooms and it is making it hard for everyone to get along. i am working so hard to get us back into our own home, but it is very hard. that was my lowest moment.