I different on line also. It's just the medium, I feel more comfortable sharing. My lowest point was when I was in the ICU after my first suicide attempt. I was just hoping to die I felt so bad. I was evening praying to God to please take me. That was low.

online life is different from real life, so we are all different here. and that's okay. my lowest point was when my son put an eviction notice on my bedroom door, even though he knew i had 1 semester left in nursing school and no money. i just wanted to die because i had nowhere to go, nothing to do. i am still trying to recover from that.

yes, i think it would be nice to get together and chat in real life too.

Do I have to get cleaned up if we get together or can I stay in my jammies with my hair unbrushed?
I've been suicidal a time or two but my lowest point was when the doctors told us that our i8 month old son was severely autistic.

i agree, i wish there was a place for all of us to get together. im more than jsut my problems ya know?

my lowest point... well i have tons but the one that sticks out particularly was when my mother found me in my room passed out on my bed from blood loss. i had cut my body countless times with a razor. i had over 30 stiches. i hated myself so much i couldnt stop. death was the only thing on my mind. im still affected by the scars and everyday questions of why theyre there.

another one was when i had overdosed and was helpless in the hospital while my stomache was pumped... doesnt get any lower. but at those times the only place you can go is up.

nah carla! We don;t have to dress up! I think we all would understand if we see eachother looking very unkept!

@trulygenuine - it's so true! We're so much more than our problems!

My lowest point was definitely when I was in a psychotic mixed state. I took a loaded rifle into Wal-Mart, where I happened to work at the time. I called the police and tried to get the responding officers to shoot me. I wanted to die more than anything. Matter of fact, that event happened three years ago today.

I've come a long, long way since then and have never had another episode like that since. Of course, meds and intense therapy help. Now I'm planning on starting college again in August and going on to be a Christian counselor. Right now, I'm also going to start hopefully soon being a small group leader for Celebrate Recovery. God saved my life that fateful day three years ago for a reason. And maybe it took awhile for me to realize that reason, but I actually look forward to waking up every morning now.

Hello tlt. I've had a lot of lowest points and I guess there will be more. One that comes to mind was trying to kill myself twice in two weeks and both attempts failed. Then, when I went back to work, some people said that it was just a cry for help. People are so ignorant.

One day when we were planning to go camping at the beach in the morning my wife found my son had snuck out of the house. I went looking for him. I stopped in a park and sat behind a car in the parking lot. I almost went up to the car but became afraid and didn't. I saw no one.

Three or six months later a police detective came to our door and told me that my son was being molested by a man in that park at that time. My lowest point is when I think of this and how I failed my son at the most crucial time of his life.

I hate myself with a passion. What good is intuition if it is never used when it needs to be used.

For what it's work Simon I am sorry this happened to your son and to you.

Yeah, thanks me too.

I'd love to tell you about it, but I don't wanna. Too screwed up.

Instead I'll give you a huge hug.((((((((((((((((((((())))))))))))))))))))))))))

5 day coma in ICU, many intervention to save my life - miraculaous - even the Police, Ambulance and ICU and staff psychiatrist said it was a real miracle as I was dying when they found me - just a whisker off. I nearly died several times Maybe moreso was the mindset, which I had had over many months of not being able to get out of bed and daily mental anguish due to Bipolar Depression and other Bipolar manifestations and gross mis-medication foryears, and no-one coming to see me - AT ALL, and then that fade into the planning for the act etc.

But there's an upside. I soon moved away after that and found a psychiatrist who took me off a class of meds that I didn't know was killing me (due to the "unholy alliance b/w psychiatrists and BIG PHARMA). I would have died for sure had he not taken me off them. And then another med change later on that also saved my life. And as hard as the last 3 years have been, with family rejected due to the stigma and fear, I am absolutely amazed that I am still here - but of course it all comes with hard work in therapy etc.

My two lowest points was one when I was told my beautiful brand new baby boy had Down syndrome and matching that was the day I was told my older boy had cancer. (((( hugs )))) for everyone in this thread !!!!

To this day, still can't talk about it. Kudo's to those of you that are able to share and hugs to you all.

My lowest point was 7 years ago this summer when I downed an entire bottle of Advil PM 24 tablets to be exact. I puked them all back up in the sink and counted them to make sure none stayed in my system. I kept the empty bottle beside my bed to remind me that I didn't want to go there again.