My best friend is bipolar and also has (clinical) depression. In contrast, I am so ridiculously positive that I sometimes wonder if I have the opposite of clinical depression. I have low moments, of course I do, but it's like something kicks in that means I can't help but develop some resilience and bounce back. I'm eternally grateful for it seeing how much my friend has suffered in contrast.
I haven't had things easy. I've lost both parents, experienced domestic abuse, been homeless and was a single parent living on such little money that at one point I'd sit in the dark and ate dried weetabix for a week to save money (that was one of those moments where my natural positivity almost ran out). Today, however, I'm happily married, my grown DC are thriving and I have a great job with a very good salary.
My friend has experienced physical and sexual childhood abuse, grew up surrounded by horrific DA and left home only to end up living with a man who nearly killed her before he eventually killed himself. Her children bear the scars and are adults with depression themselves. Despite all this, my friend is one of the kindest people you could meet. She considers herself stupid because she has no qualifications whatsoever and her conditions mean she lives on benefits. I think she could be a CEO in another life where she hadn't had to use all her mental energy on surviving.
To this day I remain convinced that one of the biggest reasons for the different paths our lives took is our childhoods, not our intelligence. The incredibly happy and stable home I had until 18 when my mum died provided me with the resilience to meet life's challenges. My friend's childhood whittled away at hers from the moment she was born.
Children may be born equal but they certainly don't get equal opportunities. That's why I'm such a passionate advocate for things that level the playing field for our young people and wish the government would do more to support disadvantaged kids to do more extra curricular activities and go on school trips.