Straight white Canadian cismale here, because that context can be important. I went to a therapist in my early-mid twenties that was alright, but it was the first one that I got. She was a good help, but never got around to some fundamental stuff, and I realize now that I wasn’t fully understood. I think we didn’t like each other, regardless she did remain professional which was cool.
Second time around, when I was 30 and really hit rock bottom, I shopped around, and found possibly the best therapist I could get for me. She was incredible. I have developed tools that can get me through anything. I feel like I understand myself at the most essential depth.
I will always advocate for therapy in any form you can get it, in whatever way is right for you. I’ve been able to help a lot of other people thanks to the help I’ve gotten. I’m not gonna lie and say that I am able to solve everything, but I do take pride in saying that I’ve genuinely helped some people at least breathe easier through their issues.
I meant the term more as an expression, which would denote one’s personal lowest point, not necessarily how low a human being can possibly get. It might be possible to have a collectively agreed upon level of “true rock bottom,” but at a certain point I think it gets obfuscated - different circumstances and contexts might be perceived as worse or more challenging by others.