My childhood was mostly very good, except some aspects. It was hard between 14 and 16. I don't miss those years.

I wish I was 26 to 30 again. Those were my best years. Not that I didn't have bipolar symptoms then, but they were mostly mild and on the elevated side. My mom was still alive, and I had already been with my sweet husband for almost six years. I had purchased my first new car (totally just mine) and hubby and I bought our house. I was doing well at work, too. We had a lot more friends then, and family got together more. Instead of worrying about debt, we were busy trying to figure out our next vacations and house contents purchases.