March of 1962 to September of 1966 traipsing through the jungles of Vietnam, only to come home to being spit at, called vile names, and hit with rotten fruit and eggs by the wonderful people of America.

Several years ago when I lost my husband and our son. 😞

Right now....maybe.....watching my dad suffer fighting cancer and my mom suffer with him.

This post is making me tear up 😭😂.

Probably the past year and a half. In addition to the pandemic ruining everything, I've lost three people who I cared about, watched my friends and family go through their own pain of loss, and all this has been the cause of much sadness and depression for me. I have not been my cheerful and outgoing self as of late.

Probably the winter of 2014, when I had thoughts about ending my life. Or maybe the fall of 2019, when I was homeless, unemployed, and sleeping in my car.

My sweet 15year old pug passed Monday and I am numb and lost💔

Probably my suicide attempt.

I can't begin to say which is the lowest...losing people I love, listening to a veteran talk about his life with agent orange and how it was with his family... almost dying... I don't know. I think they are all times I felt low, but I rise to see the sunrise....
The lowest points sometimes seem like too much. My family, my faith and something inside...it all keeps me from giving up.

Maybe right now, life has been great and lonely too. Things are looking up but I have that curveball(epilepsy) that takes me elsewhere and I do not see what is happening. And NO! there is no drugs/pot, alcohol with me either.

Sure wish I had a friend to talk with.

Many years ago when I tried to end my life from years of severe depression and panic attacks, lost two family members in a couple of months, had another horrible year and then things got better.

2018-early 2020.

I got dumped by someone I thought I'd spend my life with. I lost my job and I got evicted from the place I lived. Come to 2019, I did get a job but being colorblind didn't help me. They sidelined me for a year. All of these together damaged me. I spent every night wishing I could end it. Heck I was gonna kill myself at the start of 2020. I had lost every reason to smile or the urge to live.

It's indeed of the darkest moments of my life.

Being paralyzed with most people around me saying my life was over/useless but not feeling it was. It really made me question reality and I almost lost hold of it entirely. Almost.

There’s been 3 really bad years I have experienced in my life ( injustice, attempting suicide, betrayed ) ~ the good thing about each one of those years is that I’ll be able to stand wherever I’m standing one day and know I overcame them all when I didn’t think I could survive any of them.

As I write this … I know who’s there for me and who isn’t.

Now. I hate my job and my life in general.

My teen years up to being 19 then at 19 my life started to improve. Age 18 wasn’t too bad In General college was I cried most days.

Probably my very early 20s...i was isolated and drinking too much.

It all improved from there.

Lots of bad moments but can't really say one year was so dramatic do consider it.. The worst

My teen years were literal hell on earth. I had severe PTSD and my only coping mechanism was popping every pill on the planet.

28 years ago when I found out that I was, for all practical purposes, permanently disabled and unable to return to work. My "career" which wasn't quite established, went to halifax, and my marriage disintegrated, bit by bit.

Going to jail I guess.

Quite a few years ago now, went on a bender over the new year period, didn't come home for 3 days....hubby and kids were upset....slapped hard by my fella....then same by my mum....developed swine flu around the same time, nearly died....thankfully got over it....back to drinking...back pains....told that I was 9 months from dying if I didn't stop drinking....and I was in my late 20's at the time...oh, and then my grandmother died.

Fuckin' awful year...

M x

when my abusive sons father was leaving me home every night with our newborn son while he was out cheating on me for two months and coming home drunk and then beating the shit out of me

Not going to my grandmother's funeral because I was in rehab, back in 2013.

That one hit me hard. Not being there for my family because I let my problem get that bad.