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Welcome to the forum. I've got a nice coincidence for you. Literally yesterday I had a chat with my mother about her elderly friend who is receiving art therapy in a group of people who are terminally ill (the friend has an advanced form of cancer). I was thinking what a nice idea it was, and an image came into my mind of what I would spontaneously draw:
Leafy trees. And I thought that if the therapist asked why, I would tell them that they make me happy.
So, I'm currently going through what is undeniably the absolute "low point" of my life's trajectory so far.
I guess I'm lucky, that although life has been shitty and rough in some ways previously, I never hit rock bottom before. I guess I should be grateful that I staved it off until my late 40s, where I'm actually "competent" enough to deal with it (sort of) and that it didn't happen to me in my 20s when I was way, way lost in PTSD symptoms and didn't have a clue as to how to deal with it. And I should be grateful that late 40s is still "young enough" to (in theory) have the energy to pull myself out of this hole.
I've been watching some TED talks about mid-life crises and some people say it's a good thing to go through a major life crisis in middle age... That it's kind of a growth thing, like being a mess as a teenager is a growth thing.
So yeah, that's the stuff to theoretically feel grateful for...
In practise, I'm hating it with a passion... I'm miserable, suicidal ideation is my constant companion, everything's a painful mess, I don't know which fire to put out first, I'm numb from how awful it all is, I no longer feel like myself, I feel like I've lost so much of what was integrally important to me, that it's almost not worth the fight to try to salvage the few things that remain. I've ended nearly all of my friendships because I don't feel like I have anything worth offering in terms of friendship. I'm just existing and doing so miserably and I can't compute that anyone who's sane and not co-dependent woud want any part of this mess. Everything feels bleak and hopeless to me. Even if I could get back all of the outward things I've lost, I feel like the inner sense of loss runs so deep that nothing will ever fill that sense of emptiness again.
I could go on... I won't, because it's just more miserableness.
My point is, who's been at this juncture - the worst of the worst - rock bottom - in their past - and has recovered from it?
I need some inspiration![]()
I realise these stories exist (out there, somewhere)... I guess they're not really things you talk to people about much... "What's the absolute worst time in your life?" doesn't come up much in polite conversation/ small-talk.
I know I've heard stories from people who've overcome addiction that have that theme of hitting rock bottom before you finally decide to make the changes you should've made earlier, but not until you were at rock bottom did it force you to do what was right for you.
I've also been watching a documentary series about people who've overcome incredible odds - surviving awful car accidents and learning to walk again or learning to live life fully in a wheelchair, young people with awful cancer diagnoses, people who have overcome all sorts of traum and who tell their stories.
If anyone replies to this - when you were at your absolute worst - did you have hope? Did you think you'd make it? What gave you courage? Was it the desperation? Was the sense of nothing-left-to-lose life changing? Did going through such a massive crisis make you a better person? What helpful life lessons did it teach you?
Thank you, in case anyone replies. I realise it's not easy talking about your worst time in life.
Hi... umm... I wouldn't say passed, really. I think I'm still in this phase. I hope I've passed the worst of it tho, at least that's what it feels like. Don't think I would've gotten through it without Ketamine treatment tho. I feel like I'm in a 30 meter deep hole and having to fill that hole one shovel at a time, to get out of it. Slow progress. Hope that in a year from now, I can look back on all this, to some degree.Hi there, I just read this again. Do you feel that lowest point has passed? I must say your posts are so eloquent, well-thought out and wise that I have a feeling that you have an admirable resilience inside.
Hi... umm... I wouldn't say passed, really. I think I'm still in this phase. I hope I've passed the worst of it tho, at least that's what it feels like. Don't think I would've gotten through it without Ketamine treatment tho. I feel like I'm in a 30 meter deep hole and having to fill that hole one shovel at a time, to get out of it. Slow progress. Hope that in a year from now, I can look back on all this, to some degree.
And do something nice each day (read a book, call a friendnetc) to get a bit mental space from the traumaGood question. I'm a survivor and I am doing well today. I don't think I can name one low point, I have had so many after so much tragedy of different kinds repeatedly showing up in one place, for about the first two thirds of my life (am 48 today). The answer about getting out of the low point is start small. Shower every day, eat healthily, quit social media, get outside and enjoy nature, reduce booze, increase exercise, reduce contact with people who make you sad (including friends and family) and seek new social connections that don't, take control of your financial independence.
And do something nice each day (read a book, call a friendnetc) to get a bit mental space from the trauma
I definitely didn’t have hope. I think I was saved by poor self esteem. Haha. Initially. Trying to protect others from the consequence of me ending it. My sister was traumatised by her boyfriend completing suicide and trying to resuscitate him. As a result, I had a strong push to avoid.
Now I have skills to deal with things. I have basics in place to manage the essentials. That has made an enormous difference. I recently had a new trauma and I have coped with it so much better than in the past. Not fun, of course. But different. I am now more grounded in myself.
The other very simple thing that helped is to try to keep my environment away from pathological people. A bit obvious you would think. ;) I micro double checked each decision etc and had a red flags check list.
I think I am currently climbing out right now. Whenever I go through one of those major life events that causes severe emotional pain I think of Joseph Campbell’s hero’s journey. Every major upheaval has resulted in an improved quality of life, I see things differently, life is different in a positive way that is not foreseeable prior to the event. For me it happens every time. Thus I know this in real time as I fall into the abyss.
So the hole I am climbing out of right now is the result of my wife of almost 28 years telling me we had to live apart for a while and maybe permanently. 2 weeks prior to this I had been diagnosed with PTSD and I really had not thought about it much. I have been doing lots of reading about PTSD and emotional dysregulation I didn’t know what dysregulation was before but I have been in that state for over two months now. I have visited such levels of despair that I never imagined existed.
This is what I am doing which seems right for me but might not be safe for everyone’s safety. I engaged in rigorous self examination and discovered I have been a total A-hole to everyone I love. I have been wrong about almost everything. I sought out a PhD psychologist and she is helping deal with the underlying trauma. Also a psychiatrist for medication to modulate my emotions. Then I became very honest and vulnerable, I opened up about my inner shame, insecurities, etc to all family members. I have asked about my failings to all seeking failings I didn’t have a clue about. I figured that I can’t fix things I don’t know about. Everyday I learn more.
Everyone has responded well. I have added some separate therapy with a specialist on treating the manifestations of PTSD in a short period while the actual therapy for the causation will be done over time separately. This practitioner was recommended by my neurologist.
The results to date is that basketball sized ball of emotions in my chest has reduced in size to the size of a softball. My relationships with my kids has never been better. My wife has come around a bit, we had a date tonight and we are starting marriage counceling.
I am more humble and I am learning how to really listen. I am beginning to believe that this painful journey might be the best thing that has ever happened to me.