It wasn't that great for the most part. I had a falling out with my roommates because of one of them vandalizing my ex's stuff when she left the apartment (we were two couples living together); Two people close to me attempted suicide, one of them was my mother and on my birthday to spite my family, and I called the emergency services for both of them (they both survived and I'm very happy about that); my car was constantly breaking down and I was never able to sleep which made me almost fail this entire semester of college; I had quite a few periods of depression and self-doubt, which ultimately made me end a three-year relationship, start harming myself, and pushing all of my loved ones away; I had a nice stint with alcoholism to cope with the rest of the things that happened to me over the course of the past year and a half; finally, I put my nose to the grindstone, passed my classes, began meditating and practicing self-validation, and the alcohol is now only in moderation and not a common thing for me. I guess I realized that in order to be happy, sometimes we have to be selfish and do what we can to make ourselves happy on our own. Relying solely on others for happiness will break you.