Are your 20s really all they're cracked up to be?
Why did no one warn us of the turbulence that your 20s brings? This decade is so readily reminisced about by elders, gushing over the best years, sold to us as the only time in your life worth revisiting. It is described with doting and reassuring labels such as: - 'the best years of your life' - 'your body will never be better' -'friendships will be strong' -'you'll be partying non-stop' -'not a care in the world' ..... what? I feel miss sold. There must be a claim line coming soon because let me tell you, I am half way through and it has been a roller-coaster, rapidly approaching rock bottom with the occasional unexpected high. Don't get me wrong, I am not here to bitch about how awful my life is, because it is not. Absolutely not. I am blessed, grateful and acutely aware of my successes and luck. Yet that does not mean that happiness is part and parcel of this. It does not mean that because I have secure employment and am a homeowne