I'm 35 now.
The year I turned 30 I was married to a man, financially secure, starting to think about buying a house. I was slowly coming to terms with how awful my parents (especially my dad) had been during my childhood.
After that I left my husband and became estranged from my parents when my dad decided this was evidence I wasn't mentally stable. I moved to a new city, got a job, got very, very lonely. I ended up sharing a house with a friend who was very unhappy, but also a thoroughly disgusting person to live with.
Met my current partner, had a lovely few months of whirlwind romance. We had a baby together, both lost our jobs, moved 200 miles, our finances crashed, and we had a really, really, really rough couple of years. It's still up and down with her.
However, I now have my gorgeous DD who is the most perfect thing in the world. I've published a book and two articles. I'm still friends with some of the people who helped me leave my husband aged 30, but I lost friends I'd had since childhood who couldn't cope with the fact I came out as gay. Still renting, no prospect of buying a house any time soon. Still no permanent job or security; financially just edging toward tenuous stability. Still badly depressed.
I am in a much better place overall, though. Absolutely.