What do you believe to be the worst thing that's happened to you?
How did you recover (if you did)?
(Any more info/adv is welcome) x *kissy*
The worst thing to happen to me would have to be a period of existential ennui of feeling very directionless in life. However, I'm happy to be able to say that I am now a happy and fulfilled carpenter, and everything is coming up roses.
Nothing has made warped my image of women, of men, of social relationships, and of God than watching porn since I was 10 years old. I'm just now, at age 23, getting to a place where I can control my desire to look at porn, and I'm beginning to make a ton of friends, feel more confident with girls, am able to live the life I feel God wants me to live, and I feel free from the bondage of porn... but it's still a struggle. I want to look once in a while. But I try not to.
I don't have a dramatic moment like some in this thread have and will inevitably have, but I know in my personal life, I'd say porn.
How did I recover? You'll laugh, but Jesus.
Ive had so many shitty things happen to me its unreal.
Children homes, foster care, homelessness, been locked up in a psych ward.
But the far most soul destroying thing was when I was nearly 21, I had been training for a year, keeping myself out of trouble ready to join the military as my 1 and only way out of my crappy lifes scenario. My younger brother stole my older brothers gf with kids and got her pregnant, but people were saying it was me who had done it.
What was left of my family was destroyed, I then got psoriasis all over my body, was suicidally depressed, lost any chance of joining the military and my family.
I couldnt cope, I nearly killed myself, eventually when I got a little bit better physically I litterally packed a rucksack left all my belongings and walked. I walked for miles, met up with an old friend who asked me ti stay with him for a while.
He helped me out of my depression, after a year.
In reality that was the single most life destroying thing that ever happened to me and I've not really recovered, my present situation is because of that time
She was 15 and slit her wrists, she was depressed for a very long time
Bullied for years and years, walked in to her room to play some board game and the whole floor was red and she was in her bed and passed away.
when i was about 20 i started getting stalked by a guy. it was weird and wildly inconsistent but it went on for about a year. my parents didnt really believe me, and that made it hard to deal with. i became agoraphobic, and even if he wouldnt bug me for weeks at a time, id still have trouble leaving my house.
he broke into my house a couple of times, as far as i can tell only when i was out of the house. when i realized someone was watching me i instantly got a dog so id at least have that alarm to go off.
i finally got proof it was him, but it still feels like people just dont believe me.