I had plans. They all wilted and died, one after another. I eventually devolved to the point where I rarely plan more than a week ahead.

Funnily, though I had a lot of psych issues, I was always firmly against medication... suppose I had a lot of really bad school and county therapists. One really screwed up my family by making accusations, so I never trusted them. Thus, I never got real treatment until I was at college and it was really too late.

I planned to be married... the closest I got broke it off once I started having more psych issues. I planned to teach... hard to do with social anxiety disorders and schizophrenia. I refuse to have kids of my own because I fear passing on a psych disorder, so I live vicariously through my sister's kids. I never thought I'd be shut up in here, largely dependent on my family (I am fortunate enough to be on the medical insurance plan) at this age.

What really gets me now is the low chances I have to meet anyone new... much less saying "oh yea, by the way... psych issues!"