What is rock bottom, really? I mean, I know that and "who are we?" is the existential question we all grapple with. But, when you have lost "everything," when do you know you have hit that rock bottom?
This is what I am struggling with today, and a lot recently. I had a successful life in my childhood, had to unexpectedly move. My early adult years were good, and got great, then I unexpectedly had to move. My marriage and life was everything I wanted, then it ended, and I had to unexpectedly move.
Each time I thought I hit rock bottom, I climbed up and got off it. I am no longer sure who I actually am, what I want to do, and feel like every door I open reveals a brick wall. It just gets worse and worse.
When do we actually hit rock bottom? Do we know?