My twenties were a long time ago, not the best years (that would be later, 1999-2016), not the worst (sixth grade through high school, and then 1995-1998 and 2017-2018), but there was a single moment that was hardly unusual for me, and both echoed how things had gone for me up to then, and presaged how most things would go later. In my twenties, I got the best job I ever had, and then lost it to a conniving asshole who fired all of the existing management when he took over the business (incidentally ending my status as an enthusiast for the product (For Reasons)).
None of those choices - not the best, not the worst, not defined by one event - but rather the decade with the highest number of varied and significant events; things settled a bit after that, changes came more gradually.
I hit the best years of my life but now that I think about it they defiantly weren’t. Probably 18-24 would have been that carefree period, where you don’t give a shit about anything. Went to the bar all the time (had a fake id) met the man I’m still with, we had a lot of fun. But my later 20’s got hurt extremely bad at work by a patient. Went on to have several surgeries to fix the damage. One surgery led to a stroke and cerebral venous thrombosis (blood clot on my brain). I had to sue my work for compensation, the lawyer told me it would be the hardest time of my life and it was. Going a little of 2 years without a paycheck, having creditors calling ever single day asking if I could return my half used bottle of face cream I bought, harassing me. That was all going on while I was having surgery’s some I had to pay my medical bills out of pocket too. Then after I one the lawsuit I had the stroke and something changed in my brain and I went on a spending spree and bought junk. I don’t even have a new wardrobe or shoe collection to show for it. So now that I’m 38 I’m just broke (money wise) well problem wise to and have lots of medical problems. Yeah no my 20’s were not great.
Mixed bag. College years were a blast after the nadir of middle school thru high school. After graduation, the reality of work and living to paycheck to paycheck were certainly nowhere near the best, but not horrible.
So far, I’d say my whole life has been crap. Highschool was the worst, highly stressful, full of anxiety and failure.
20s were emptiness, failure, ongoing isolation, and a transition to resignation and a gradually more prosocial perspective.
30s are marked by watching utterly reliable large-scale weakness and failure in society play out, while being entirely occupied myself, while accomplishing nothing, sort of sitting around in near despair. So it’s gotten better.
Why the hell would you make me reflect on life in the morning. Got unwelcome work meetings to attend to. Where’s my coffee.
My 20s were marked by large amounts of unemployment and struggling financially, but they were also the time that I had the most active friendships and sense of belonging. Not the best, not the worst, but a bit of both really…
there was probably a time where i would have said my 20s were awesome. but now at 37, i can say they were absolutely the worst and i don’t think (or maybe it’s just that i hope) they can be topped in that regard.
they started off well enough - i had my first apartment, i graduated college with my BFA, i moved in with my boyfriend who i thought i was going to marry and i got a great job. our rent was ridiculously cheap. i got my first dog and she was the best dog anyone could ask for. but, pretty quickly things spiraled out of control.
i thought about listing all the trauma but honestly, even thinking about it is too much especially after just waking up. (it’s not “normal 20’s period of change” type stuff.) plus, i don’t want to have a pity party or trigger anybody else. instead i’ll say that, even though i can tell that many people view me as so much worse off than i was then, i’m actually light years better. and that’s all that matters. what society puts up as goalposts and signs of Living Well aren’t everything.
My 20’s were pretty much the 90’s which was a great time to be alive. However at 25 an incident happened that made my health take a severe and permanent downturn. If I didn’t suffer that then it would have been the high point of my life. So first half, great, second half sucked.