Worst. Experience. Ever.

Sixth or seventh grade I had a massive panic attack and almost wound up in a mental ward - thankfully my mother told the psych suggesting that to fuck off and fall of a cliff.

The panic attack was induced by depression medication because I had been having massive depression that year. The depression was bad but made worse by ADD medication. A year later I found out the ADD call was bullshit and that I should never have been taking that medication in the first place.

Also, in sixth grade, the day I found out that the few people I thought were my friends really weren't and I realized I had no friends. Holy fuck that was bad.

Another bad one, more recent. I did a full-on clean of my room, and went through my shit to throw some stuff out. Found all my middle school stuff, notebooks and the like, and went through it all. Reading it, I realized just how depressed and near-insane I was and cried a bit. Felt fucking terrible for about a week afterwards.

Also, this Christmas was pretty... not bad, just really really kinda shit. It was great in the morning, but at about 2 we went to my dad's to have dinner and have a bit of a family gathering. For the first time in months, even though he's been trying and trying to quit, he's stone-cold drunk. He was distant, barely there, and it felt terrible.

Another bad one related to dad - when I was in fourth grade. He was really, really drunk, and destroyed one of the bedrooms in the house. Almost got to the office, meaning to break the computer, when the police showed up. He was there overnight and came home the next morning. He was confused as to why the master bedroom was in tatters and why he was in jail overnight.