6 years ago when I died.

Mine was 19, I gave up god and the South, joined the Navy never to return to the South because of it's politecs and racism and bigotry.

2015 was a big one for me. I had a new , less than a year old. I lost my mother to Alzheimer’s, lost my partner (mental illness was involved), lost my internship (I needed a break due to all the stress and they kicked me out for it, despite preaching self-care), lost my relationship with my sister (stress from our mother’s illness came between us), lost my home (kicked out by partner), lost my dream of maintaining an intact family and living with my daughter full time. Lots of things changed in a short time. It opened up a lot of things in its wake, but the stress of all that change at once almost killed me. Since then my sister and I have reconciled, I have an awesome new primary partner, I got a better internship and completed my degree and am in private practice, worked out a decent shared custody arrangement for being with my daughter, and things are generally pretty good.

In 1995 I bought a house, had a baby, got married to a musician who was trying to be famous and started an LGBTQ introduction service. A lot in one year, A lot of stress. After two years it all imploded, Learned to priorotize and family comes first.

1968. I was 13, ran away from home. That started a journey culminating at today.
      And tomorrow is another new day.

Last year. To be brief, it was the year I woke up and started living again. It was the worst year of my life, hands down, but I'm in a much better place for it now.

1997. The year I decided to leave active duty Air Force with a GREAT job to follow a man. Worst decision ever. I gave up EVERYTHING for nothing.

You write so well. I got a sense of the intensity.

I had 3 such years. At 28 both my parents passed away and a lot changed in my life. At 31 I had my 1st son and everything changed again. At 36 I got sick, went to the Dr and found out I have a chronic illness so I changed my whole life again.

This past year, 2017. I was diagnosed with Hodgkin's Lymphoma in January, went through six months of chemotherapy and was declared in remission in August. Changed me physically and emotionally. Pretty much turned everything I thought I knew about myself and my life upside-down. In a good way. I hope.

I went through a depression when I was 25. The most developmental year of my life. Sometimes.. you just have to take life one day at a time.

1999 was a whirlwind year for me, fell in love for the 1st and only time, other than that it was about the most stressful year of my life in so many ways. Never want to go through most of those things again.

I suppose the 2 times I divorced. First time I had someone to lean on.....the second she did. Karma...go figure.

I was 3, it was 1947. My stepfather punched me in the stomach with his fist. Sometime later we moved from Texas to Wyoming, and my stepfather drove (probably drunk) on mountain roads such that I was terrified. I had nightmares until I was about 15 of going over the side of a mountain while siting in the back seat of a car. I suffered from undiagnosed PTSD much of my life. I was told that my stepfather died from driving off the side of a mountain.

There are two for me. One. When I was in the 7th grade. I realized one day while walking down the hall between classes that I was looking down all the time.

I made a conscious decision to look ahead and walk with purpose. I am sure that my life changed that day.

The other was the day that I filed for divorce from and angry abusive alcoholic.