I was stuck at a startup for 7 years. One of my coworkers told me on my second day of employment that I almost didn’t get the job because they were afraid I “wouldn’t fit in”. They were right, and did multiple things to make sure that was the case – set up my desk alone in a separate room away from the other 5 engineers, frat-boy humor… I tried advancing to management but got no support and demoted myself in a matter of weeks. I eventually landed my own office in a 5x8 room so I didn’t have to deal with anyone else there and did minimal work for the rest of my tenure. I stayed as long as I did for stock options and the promise of going public (we never did). I cried in my office behind my door on many occasions over 4 years and was too beaten down and lacked any confidence to get a new job. Couldn’t take another day there, but also couldn’t survive without it.
I spent a year in therapy to try to get some sense of confidence back. It worked to some degree but the saving grace was a former co-worker offering me a slot at another (large) company as he was building a new team with a bunch of other former co-workers. It was exactly the sort of known-quantity that I needed to start over again without having to prove myself to a bunch of strangers. That job didn’t pan out so well either – the new team collapsed in a matter of months but I was able to tread water for a couple of years until I got my current job.
I’m back in therapy for different reasons but I’m comfortably employed again. I blocked the key actors from the startup but the whole experience still hurts, even 15 years later.
I know this will pale in comparison to what others will post here, but it’s my story.
In a lot of ways, my lowest point was loss from having a severe mental health crisis and losing my mind, my beloved partner of 15 years, my job (admittedly job stress was part of total breakdown, so maybe this was a bonus??), my “I’m a serious artist” hobby, my savings (now in debt), and most of my friends. 3 mos later, my best friend my cat was hit by a car, partly due to my own housing instability which racked me with guilt.
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BUT my true lowest point internal suffering wise was 7 years earlier, when I became deeply depressed and freaked out fearing I’d lose all the things I ended up losing for reals! That actually hurt a lot worse inside than when I actually had to cope with what I feared most.
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AND despite the loss, when I was 22, I probably still would have traded for my physical post-loss life circumstances. Yet I don’t think of my life at 22 as a “low point”, I was just used to having a lot less.
Realizing both (1) and (2) is one of the things that help me to get through the “lowest point”. They reminded me that a lot of “lowest point” is perspective. It didn’t like magically fix anything, the pain from loss is/was still very raw, persistent and real. But it helped me to a little bit see that it was the gift of having things that made a low point when I didn’t have them anymore.
I was a pretty bad alcoholic/addict. Long story short, rehab and treatment.
