Jacob Fuchs argues that rock bottom isn't punishment or tragedy, but the moment you stop digging deeper. Collapse becomes a turning point where you discover who you were meant to become.
Here's a fucked up thought. What if this needed to happen? Not because you deserved it, not because losing people you love is somehow beautiful, but because nothing else was fucking working. You ignored the warnings, rationalized the consequences, promised yourself tomorrow would be different. Then life finally said, cool, we're done negotiating, and everything collapsed. Maybe rock bottom isn't where your story ends. Maybe it's just the first place you finally stop digging. And the person who climbs out, that might actually be the person you were supposed to be all along.
