Not me but my very, very best friend.
10 years ago she was single, had been for decades, lived in a pokey rented studio flat and had debts.
Her beloved Mum had died just a few months earlier. She was, by her own admission, lonely, heartbroken and saw no future for herself.
We spent NYE 2013 together at mine and tbf did get a bit drunk and even though we had kind of broached the subject before, she finally told me she was gay. She was 44.
She said she wanted to try and meet someone to have a relationship with, she had never told her mum she was gay.
Long story short, she joined a gay online dating site a few months later. The very first lady she met, similar age, lived in the same county, shared similar interests, they hit it off. Three years later I did a reading at their wedding and now 10 years later they recently bought a house together and have now been accepted as foster parents.
She is a different person, I am so full of joy for her, all because she took that one step in early 2014.