Decribe Your Lowesrt Moment.

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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?