Just turned 24 last month.
I'm a 2013 college graduate with a degree in an art/design field - working as a custom framer and art conserver. It pays next to nothing, but the work is really interesting and the people are great.
In an awesome and steady five-year relationship with a supportive, kind, handsome, goofy, intelligent guy with whom I really can see myself living out a full life with. We met at a Halloween party, slept together that night (escandalo!), started dating the next day, and we're still together. One night stands: they don't usually lead to serious, long-term relationships, but this one did. Totally out of character for both of us, but going to that stupid party was the best thing I ever did.
I live in the same town as my mom and stepdad, who are fantastic, loving, generous parents with whom I have an extremely close relationship (mom and dad divorced when I was 3, stepdad entered the picture shortly after, raised me, was an amazing parent, he is more my dad than my profoundly mentally ill/narcissistic biological father is to me.) They are also very close with my boyfriend, and have welcomed him as a part of the family. It's kind of saccharine but it really warms my heart to spend time together the four of us.
My social circle is really small - I suck at making friends/socializing. The few friends I have are incredible people and we've known each other for years. I'm very much a quality over quantity person when it comes to relationships. Sometimes I feel like a goddamn loser when I go too deep down the social media rabbit hole and see people with ~cool friends and ~crazy social lives, but then I remind myself that those who I do have are perfect for me and they make me happy.
My sister is my best friend in the whole world. We're 2.5 years apart, have lived in different cities for almost 15 years, and we're still extremely close. We literally spend most of the day texting/talking and we skype/facetime every couple of days. Our early childhood was a little rough and we've been each others' lifelines. Growing up with such a sick parent (our father) would have been impossibly difficult without each others' support. She's made it through abusive relationships, drug addictions, all kinds of shit, and is now happily married with a ridiculously adorable year-old son. I love her so goddamn much.
I suffer from severe depression and anxiety. I've been on seven different types of antidepressants, starting from when I was about 10 years old. I don't want to put too fine a point on it, but I've struggled a little bit with substance abuse and self-harm. Finally found a medication that seems to work for me. Every day is a struggle, but I have a fantastic support system of people and enough ways to cope in addition to them (antidepressants, Dr. Pepper, and weed: my golden trio). My job isn't likely to be my career, and I have million things I still want to do: I want to go to graduate school, I want to live abroad again (lived in Italy and worked as an au pair and English tutor every summer in college), I want to get married and have kids, etc. I'm just taking it one day at a time, though, and I consistently ask myself the question I heard in a Parks and Rec episode: "Are you better off?" Am I better off - happier, healthier, calmer, a little more sane, than I was X number of weeks, months, years ago? The answer right now is yes, I am better off than I was six months ago, a year ago, six years ago. On days when I feel the opposite, I just try to think of things I can do or goals I can set that would change the answer to yes.
It's a combination of dumb luck, great support and hard work that's gotten me where I am. Just gotta keep doing my part where I can, fostering relationships with good people and trying to take care of them as well as they take care of me, and then hoping that the universe is gonna unfold as it should to fill in the rest.