life is cruel in many way, so whats yours and how do you get back up again?
I was at the sea once in my life. I was swimming there and I dived maybe 2-3 meters deep. So that was my lowest point in my life.
I also got terrible sunburn there. My pale skin doesn’t mate with sun very well.
But apart from this silly response? IDK, I was apparently pretty fortunate in my life so far. Sure there were ups and downs, some minor, some major. The lowest I can think of was probably before my college final exams. I wasn’t the best student and these major exams were pretty damn difficult. Trying to squeeze everything in my head was very, very stressful to the point I felt I was going a bit crazy.
yeah that was really fortunate life, i wish my lowest point is only about exams.
There were some other, but I did not count them as these pushed me to better future in the end or I can’t remember them at all.
When I was 2-3 years I was close to the end when I pushed the kettle and got soaked with boiling water. That was probably much worse than exams, but luckily I remember nothing of it. I apparently spent some time in hospital with tubes coming into and from me in places, but in the end I recovered with nearly no scars.
lucky you, lot of people has lifetime scars because of boiling water.
Drug addiction. Got me neuropathies. Fuck drugs. I tell all kids I mentor.
how you ended up in that and do you able to stop taking it anymore?
I had depression since I was 14 and started to take an upper in the mornings and a downer in the evenings by age 17. I also developed chronic neck pain due to scoliosis and took Tetrazepam as muscle relaxant. Later I switched to Diazepam because the French banned Tetrazepam, and that’s where the addiction started. Got up to around 20mg of Diazepam in addition to two beers or a glass of wine in the evenings, at least 2-3 times a week.
The diabolical nature of Benzos is that they have this cumulative effect due to very high plasma half-life of about 50 hours. So if you take 20mg on Monday, you’ll still have 10mg in your blood on Wednesday. If you add another 20mg, you’ll have 15mg in your blood on Friday. Take another 20 and you are up to 17.5mg on Sunday. This can continue until you’re dead half a year later by slowly overdosing. Couple it with other GABA-ergic substances like alcohol and you have a serious multi-drug addiction within a few weeks.
The withdrawals were hell. I stopped when I started studying in 2015 and noticed a pattern of me becoming more aggressive and harsh against my wife due to my on/off relationship with addiction. One time I could juuuust stop myself from hitting her in an argument, which lead to me breaking down crying my heart out and putting a gun to my head. I had become everything I always despised, and I realised I just started because I wanted to be productive in capitalism. The cold steel against my temple made me snap out of my constant cycle of self-hatred and self-harm.
This was the same time when I became a radical leftist accelerationist. If things are bad, they have to become worse to the point the system breaks down. I confessed my addiction to my wife and she helped me overcome it, with healthy hobbies like hiking and swimming.
I started to pull myself together, switched my field of study and finally got a Bachelor’s in 2021. Now I’m completely drug-free most of the time. Had a few relapses and still have Benzos at home as they’re the only pills which help me sleep when the nerve damage and neck pain gets to me. I only take them in emergencies now and only ever keep 4 tablets at home, the others are in a bank drawer.
Nowadays I’m pretty successful job-wise, I’m 35 and in the top 10% earners in my country. I made lots of friends since 2015 and have no fear of dying alone. I work with kids and teach them programming and project management sometimes. Since 2022 I even go on a long vacation every year.
Life is good now. I feel like I have already been at my lowest point and I’ll never ever go back there again.
The summer I spend homeless after mooching off my roommate and (now former, due to this) best friend until they couldn’t support me any more. I didn’t know how to adult, basically, how to earn enough money to pay my bills and keep my bills low enough to match my income.
I got back up with some hard work, a lot of help (other friends who found me work, places to live, helped me move and store my most precious possessions while I was homeless), and a huge amount of luck.
Sounds like your parents missed teaching about how to go about your life. It sucks learning that stuff later by yourself, but I’m glad you had people who believed in you and that you could put in the work to make it!
thats how cruel life is, but you are lucky enough to have friends to support you.
Your 20’s, hands down.
Supposed to be fun but you’re broke. You moved away from all your high school friends. Good change you’ll lose a family member in that decade. You work and you suffer.
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ha. i’ve been in a rut since covid for various reasons and everybody surrounding me rn are basically snakes. let’s see how i will wriggle my way out of this one and i’ll tell you the story.
In a valley of snakes, be a cat
They have faster reflexes than snakes and can see well in the darkness, also they are adorable as heck
i’ll be like a scraggly alley cat. i have a way of not getting myself under the same shit twice, so things will hopefully be ok from here on out.
goodluck, hope you able to find way out
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The first thing comes to mind reading the question is failing first year of university, I developed because of it chronic stress, IBS and eye problems. but if I were to relive the same year with the mindset I have today, it would be of no effect
I believe the lowest part of someone’s life is more a reflection of their psychological strength than of the situation itself. That’s why I sympathize with people going through hard times, even if the thing causing them to feel down seems trivial to me.
