I was a naive 10 year old who thought life would be kind to me and I'd be happy. Also catless. Now, with Felix, we both complain about the state of the world together. But he's a lot less bothered by it.
In 2009, I was in a terrible place. Not as bad as 2014, but I had depression and didn't realize how bad it was. I was living with my parents and working at a job that I despised after dropping out of undergrad two years before. I now live alone, work in a job that I like (for the most part), have had my depression in remission for 4 years, and I'm likely starting grad school this fall.
2009 - I was almost finishing primary school and, although I wasn't officially diagnosed until 2015, I was showing signs of early depression and anxiety after a history of bullying for almost all my school life (which continued into secondary school). I had no cats at that point, either, and whilst I still have depression I've left school now and have a new friendship group, so am no longer having any problems with bullying. And there are two new furry bundles in my life, so that's a positive thing!
10 years ago, I was pretty much in the same place (overall) as I am now, except now I'm older. We did move to a different house and had to replace our vehicles and we also have a new crew of kitties, but my life has not changed much.