We all reach Rock Bottom at a different time along this painful path. For me it took so much longer than I thought possible. It's been a little over a year now that I crawled out of that black hole. It took me a whopping 2.5 years from Dday to get there. The path over those years was not clear. Many times I thought for sure that things were getting better but then I'd have a sudden setback. I can look back now with a kind of clarity I was unable to attain previously. I've been building a new, good life over the last year.
This morning I read this blog post from A Year After the Affair, one of my favorite blogs about betrayal. The woman who writes it is blunt and funny and spares no detail about the crazy shit she did when when she found out about her husband's affair. I love her for it.
Take a look - http://ayearaftertheaffair.blogspot.com/2013/11/rock-bottom.html?utm_source=feedburner&utm_medium=email&utm_campaign=Feed%3A+blogspot%2FjdmsZ+%28After+the+Affair%29
"Rock Bottom became the solid foundation upon which I built my life." -- J.K. Rowling
What about you? When was the moment you reached rock bottom? I'll tell you mine in the comments.