I'm also very much closer to my end than my beginning. It's been turbulent. My relationships have all been wrong: I didn't start therapy until my mid-forties, which is when I learned why they were all wrong and that it would've been better to have started in my teens. That said, therapy in 1970s UK was very different to the 2000s and might just have made me more miserable!
Despite being 'depressive' or, perhaps, because of it, I've always made a point of appreciating the good, the beautiful and the interesting wherever I can find it. I went looking for it, leading to some amazing adventures and enriching experiences. Many people I've known had strong ideas of what they wanted to achieve in life, feeling that they'd be happy when they were 'there'. I felt they were mad: there is no 'there', only the journey and they were wasting it.
Maybe they were right and I've been wrong. I am certainly not at the destination I'd hoped for - no kids, no partner, poor health and stuck in a place I don't like. But it's okay. I still find goodness, beauty and interest. I know I'm courageous and am proud to have helped make a real difference to the equality and opportunities of women. My final courageous act will be to bump myself off when my health starts the rapid decline; it's a few years off yet.
I'm very, very happy to have been born when and where I was, into a world that values peace as never before; that does its best to improve health, safety and education for everyone; that makes giant strides in science and discovery. I think Gen Z and Alpha will know a world of even greater hope and excitement. I'm kind of sorry I won't see it, yet not sorry life is finite.
It's so cheesy to say happiness is a choice - but it is, by and large. When I'm not happy I am mostly content to a greater or lesser degree. That is, I think, the real privilege.