Rock Bottom Depression and Spiritual Rebirth: How I Died So That I Could Finally Live, Love and Be Loved

“Rock bottom became the solid foundation on which I rebuilt my life.”

― J.K. Rowling

Having hit rock bottom on several occasions, I absolutely see where J.K. Rowling was coming from.

It was only when I hit rock bottom in my alcoholism that I was able to build a solid foundation of sobriety and see clearly enough to start cleaning up the wreckage of my past.

It was only when I hit rock bottom as a heavy smoker -paying through the nose for the privilege of coughing myself sick every morning- that I was able to successfully quit and build a solid foundation upon which I could finally take responsibility for my health.

Yet the hardest rock bottom that I ever hit was the one that hit me in the worst of my depression. It was the deepest, most desperate time of my life, a time when days of darkness turned into weeks of suicidal thinking.

Every day, I would wake up, feel exhausted and contemplate ending it all. Eventually, I would summon up enough strength to make it from my bed to my sofa and would stay there for most of the day. The mental and emotional energy it had taken me just to stay alive that day left me so exhausted that there was nothing…