RoadBlock #25. How I got my shit together (or not) at the age of 25

Let me state the obvious here - this is going to be an account of true events which led me to the point (hopefully amazing, because I have no idea how it will end) I am now.
How did it all start? Well, do you know that feeling when you wake up and realise that half your life you've been waiting for something „great" to happen but you don't know what it is or how to achieve it and suddenly feel completely out of place?! Call it a midlife crisis at 25, but that is exactly what happened to me - I had no great career, no great house, no great boyfriend and no clue what I wanted to do with myself. That was it - I hit a complete and utter roadblock. To make it more interesting, throw in a post Soviet country, overloving mum, a brother who straigthened out and suddenly got successfull, empty pockets, a boss turned BFF, one eating disorder and you have a recipe for major disaster, and I don't usually go for such dramatics. So, how I got out of it? Wasn't easy, took some maneuvring and dangerous doses of sarcasm on my part (nobody got hurt, except myself-esteem), but if you what to find out, turn the page and hit the Block #1.