The lowest point

[Jazzy]

What was the lowest point of your life and how did you cope up with it?

 

[Messy]

Something like this.

 

[ValleyGal]

I've had so many incredibly painful seasons, but three stand out as the worst: when my beloved died, when my friends and family betrayed me, and the years my son was so sick in his teens and early 20s. I could not cope with the first; I wanted more than anything to go crazy so I would not have to feel what I felt, which was like my own death only I was not dead. I cried nonstop for more than two years, and then continued to grieve for another 8 years. I still cry, I still desperately long for him sometimes - or to be loved like that again. The second time forced me to leave my hometown as the betrayal came on the heels of a divorce from a man who nearly killed me and the rumors were perpetuated by my friends and family. And the last - I have no idea. I was in university when he ended up in the hospital for a few months and I simply survived. School, trips to the city to see him 4-5 times a week, homework, rinse and repeat. I was in survival mode all those years, simply living each moment because sometimes it's all I could do. In fact, in all situations, that's all I could do, is just get through the next moment, and surviving those moments was a victory that culminated in one more day of survival.