I Rebuilt My Life From Rock Bottom And I Am Proud Of It
Start writing a post
Health and Wellness

I Rebuilt My Life From Rock Bottom And I Am Proud Of It

Rock bottom became the solid foundation on which I built myself a strong, new, beautiful life.

I Rebuilt My Life From Rock Bottom And I Am Proud Of It
CLAP.CH - Shell

Since I was a kid, I have struggled with anxiety and depression. It was like an evil duo that ruled my life and brought me down until it broke me. It made me never want to get out of bed, but also worry about what people would think of me if they knew how badly I was hurting. I was sad, but I was worried about how being sad was affecting me and the others around me. It was a never ending spiral that eventually led me to my lowest point, crying on my bathroom floor, reaching rock bottom.

But instead of choosing to give up and live my life at rock bottom, I chose to stand up, and make a better life for myself. It wasn’t the easy choice, but I knew that if I didn’t do it, I’d regret it my entire life. It was hard, and it definitely was ugly sometimes, but pushing through the pain to become someone new, someone, that I love, has been worth it. There hasn’t been a day since I chose to get up off that bathroom floor and change my life that I’ve regretted my decision. Each day in this new life that I chose to build for myself has been better than the next and has made me the kind of person that I would want to be friends with, and for that I am proud.

Rebuilding my life has made me stronger. It has made me realize that I can handle anything that life throws at me, even when I think that I can’t. I’ve been through some of the toughest battles, and even when I thought that there was no way possible I was making it out alive, I did every single time. It’s taught me that strength really does come from within, and if you search hard enough, you will always find it.

Rebuilding my life has taught me how to accept fear, and run with it. Life is scary, but you can’t be scared to live your life just because you may fall. No one remembers how you fell, they remember how you got back up again, and I got back up with fire in my heart, ready to conquer the world. No longer am I afraid to tell people how I feel: how much I love them and appreciate them and how sometimes I don’t like the way they are treating me. It has taught me to always stand up for myself, no matter how big or small the battle may be. I may not be able to conquer fear, but this new life allows me to look it in the eye, and show it that it no longer controls me the way it used to.

If I hadn’t of chosen to rebuild my life, I would still be the weak, broken girl that I always thought I would be. I’ve realized that I am strong and that what other people think is just an opinion, not the truth. I’ve realized that love is stronger than hate and that we can’t just burn bridges to make our problems go away, but fighting them with all the love in your heart can. I’ve realized that life is short, and that you can’t be afraid to put yourself out there and that when you’re having a bad day, a donut or some ice cream can make everything a little better for a while.

I am different now because I chose to rebuild my life and I am proud of the person I have become. I still have my rough moments and bad days, but they are a little less painful than before, all because rock bottom became the solid foundation on which I built myself a strong, new, beautiful life.

Report this Content
This article has not been reviewed by Odyssey HQ and solely reflects the ideas and opinions of the creator.
houses under green sky
Photo by Alev Takil on Unsplash

Small towns certainly have their pros and cons. Many people who grow up in small towns find themselves counting the days until they get to escape their roots and plant new ones in bigger, "better" places. And that's fine. I'd be lying if I said I hadn't thought those same thoughts before too. We all have, but they say it's important to remember where you came from. When I think about where I come from, I can't help having an overwhelming feeling of gratitude for my roots. Being from a small town has taught me so many important lessons that I will carry with me for the rest of my life.

Keep Reading...Show less
​a woman sitting at a table having a coffee

I can't say "thank you" enough to express how grateful I am for you coming into my life. You have made such a huge impact on my life. I would not be the person I am today without you and I know that you will keep inspiring me to become an even better version of myself.

Keep Reading...Show less
Student Life

Waitlisted for a College Class? Here's What to Do!

Dealing with the inevitable realities of college life.

college students waiting in a long line in the hallway

Course registration at college can be a big hassle and is almost never talked about. Classes you want to take fill up before you get a chance to register. You might change your mind about a class you want to take and must struggle to find another class to fit in the same time period. You also have to make sure no classes clash by time. Like I said, it's a big hassle.

This semester, I was waitlisted for two classes. Most people in this situation, especially first years, freak out because they don't know what to do. Here is what you should do when this happens.

Keep Reading...Show less
a man and a woman sitting on the beach in front of the sunset

Whether you met your new love interest online, through mutual friends, or another way entirely, you'll definitely want to know what you're getting into. I mean, really, what's the point in entering a relationship with someone if you don't know whether or not you're compatible on a very basic level?

Consider these 21 questions to ask in the talking stage when getting to know that new guy or girl you just started talking to:

Keep Reading...Show less

Challah vs. Easter Bread: A Delicious Dilemma

Is there really such a difference in Challah bread or Easter Bread?

loaves of challah and easter bread stacked up aside each other, an abundance of food in baskets

Ever since I could remember, it was a treat to receive Easter Bread made by my grandmother. We would only have it once a year and the wait was excruciating. Now that my grandmother has gotten older, she has stopped baking a lot of her recipes that require a lot of hand usage--her traditional Italian baking means no machines. So for the past few years, I have missed enjoying my Easter Bread.

Keep Reading...Show less

Subscribe to Our Newsletter

Facebook Comments