Hitting bottom and hitting it hard was the worst thing that ever happened to me and the best thing that ever happened to me.
I hit rock bottom, but thank God my bottom wasn't death.
A feeling of violation swayed inside me, making me feel as if Id been shoved off a high platform without warning. I was falling, and I feared the sensation far more than hitting bottom. There was no end; just a constantsense of gravity having its way with me.
A lot of people get the wrong impression, think there's something romantic or tragic about hitting bottom.
Stop trying to control everything, and just let go..let go
Wasn’t hitting bottom the thing you had to do to knock some sense into yourself? Wasn’t hitting bottom the thing that showed you which way was up?