Mine isn't as bad, but its pretty terrible for me. Nearly sleeping with my best friend, whom I've pretty much known all my life (it still creeps me out,because I see him as a brother) I still cringe at the thought! lucky I snapped out of it before it got TOO far. He was drunk too, but I still haven't gotten the courage to look him in the eye. Its also the first time ever that I nearly had meaningless sex, (I'm just not the type of girl that sleeps around) so it was a huge wakeup call for me. Also getting a tattoo I absolutely hate! The ugliest thing I've seen in my life, Lol

I think bottoms are all relative.
You will put yourself through what you're willing to go through you know?
My bottom personally is considered 'high' to some people. I can understand why, there was no cataclysmic event, no lost job or family. However, I was doing things I had always said I would never do, I felt completely cut off from the world and I really had reached a moment where I could no longer imagine my life with or without alcohol and I wanted everything to end. Taking my life seemed like a logical option.
When I'm sober, and keeping a conscious contact with my higher power I don't feel that way about any part of my life, but that's where drinking takes me.
I hear people say things like 'you're bottoms where ever you decide to stop digging' which is something I have to remind myself of a lot. Because, if I let my mind run with it to much its really easy for me to think that maybe I don't have a problem, maybe I was just being dramatic, even though I know that's not true. That has become more and more clear every time I relapsed until I finally decided to 'stop digging' hopefully for the last time.

i think my rock bottom was when my oldest daughter got me sober (hid all the drinks and locked the doors) and told me that Jennifer, my 11year old daughter, was drinking. Shes the age i was when i started drinking. I dont want that for my kids, and i know im going to have to stay sober to make sure that happens.

Wow I love the responses to this post. My bottom came when I took an amazing vacation, to Australia, over Christmas and New Years of last year. We were there for 5 weeks.
During that time I was a complete disaster. I drank heavily every night we were there. I went for long runs on the worlds most beautiful beaches, and felt like hurling in the bushes. I went to sit by the surf with my little children and thought I might pass out I was so hung over. I was a wreck. And my disease followed me all the way around the world. I realized when we got back I needed help as stoppimng on my own wasnt working.
I tried again when we got back and it lasted two weeks. I finally got my sorry self to AA on the 28th of March. I havent had a drink since. God has helped me when I couldnt help myself.

i could not count them... one horrible bottom followed the next one. i think my worst story was, I couldnt find my way back home and fell asleep on a park bench in like the worst area of the town. another night, i still had a boyfriend back then, i was somehow angry at him and would start totally hitting on one of his friends - while him being around. i stopped for a couple of years being that drunk, then in summer it hit me again. i was out partying, ended up blacking out, vomiting on the way to the metro. dont ever want to get back to that!