Age 22-32. I started the decade working as a teaching assistant, and loving the job. I'd previously suffered from severe depression and hadn't really expected to live to see 2010, let alone be able to keep a full-time job.
I did well at my job, specialised in intervention and SEN work, and enjoyed it until I realised I couldn't progress any further because of my level of education, and until the reforms to the system took all the joy and creativity out of it and I was just expected to drill small children in Maths and English (thanks, Michael Gove!). I held on as long as I could, but left in 2015.
Then I ended up at university. I'd done a work-related OU course some years before, and that got me onto a degree course despite the fact that I'd left school at 16. I paid for it entirely out of my savings - I'd been living with relatives while working, and I'd saved everything I could. I remember being terrified that I'd fail or drop out and that I'd have wasted all of that money.
I got a very high First, with academic prizes. Then I got two Masters' degrees, both with distinction. The second, from Cambridge, was fully-funded. I'm now a full-time PhD student, funded by a research council. I'm having a book chapter published sometime next year.
I still can't really believe that I have a Cambridge degree. I know I probably sound boastful, but my life is just so incredibly different than it was ten years ago. The way I see myself is so different. I started taking care of my health, which I didn't think was worth doing before. I stopped hating myself and started to believe that I have just as much right to be here and to pursue my ambitions as anyone else.
Here's to a happy and successful 2020 for everyone!