I was living a somewhat unbound, free and adventurous life. I had several boyfriends and flings (not at the same time) and was rather irresponsible, partied, used alcohol and experimented a bit with drugs, made dangerous, impulsive and adventurous travels abroad for long periods, did rock climbing and alpinism, hitchhiked. I studied, lived in dorms, had friends and acquaintances, worked a bit to pay my studies, but mostly borrowed money for it. Eventually I found a job, but I never really settled down.
Until… I got pregnant, unplanned, at 28, from my unreliable ex-boyfriend, while I was living in a caravan on a campsite.
That sort of changed the whole thing. I kept my job, arranged a good house, sorted out everything to make a good life with my son, sought help with my network of friends and family, loved my son lots and lots when he was born.
But…my ex was threatening and abusive and I crashed. I spend the last bit of my twenties fighting in court to protect my son and fighting in hospital against insanity - PTSD, psychosis. That was really a lot less fun than all the wild adventures, but a result of them, I guess.
Going back, I would have told my old self to take care of myself, be a bit more responsible, seek out what was truly valuable and find a kind and reliable boyfriend, instead of some wildly passionate abusive creep. And be a bit more careful - I love my son, but children are supposed to be born in stable and loving families.