The phrase goes, "When you hit bottom, there's nowhere to go but up."
Maybe - but I sure wouldn't count on it. Meanwhile, bottom might be a moving target.
I was once in a relationship with a man who had violent outbursts. I had been planning and planning to move out, but I couldn't just then. I had left several times before, but, as lame as it sounds, that day, month, year, I was too busy. I had just been hired full time, I had a pre-schooler to look after, and a lot of other excuses.
After a major glass-smashing binge, I fled with my baby and stayed the night with friends.
All my projects, teaching materials, and life files were organized on shelves in my office. The shelves were built by a friend of mine and covered an entire wall. I would have been teaching at least five courses that term. Each course had its own shelf for course books, marking, notes, and more.
I left that night, but the thing is this: after taking my daughter to day care the next morning, I would have gone back. This was not going to be my great escape. However, when I got back to the house, the entire bookshelf had been dismantled and all my papers were thrown around the room. There was nothing to go back to. I finally and absolutely left.
My conclusion is this: You never hit bottom, but if you're lucky, the bottom will come up and kick your ass out the door.
What about you? Where was your bottom?