A Life for Myself

A few weeks ago an old friend of mine said that it seemed like I really had found a life for myself. I decided to consider all that would be considering finding a 'life' by comparing myself who when I first met him to now.

Back then:
~Just got over my 'part cat' stage
~Obsessed with Naruto and became an Orochimaru fangirl
~illiterate and overly morbid
~suicidal
~99.9 percent straight
~No job, doing below average in school
~In love with someone I would never meet
~Both parents worked, sister moved out, barely any friends, grandmother passed away
~quit singing/band
~Barely ever cried due to a song or movie, uberly sensitive to real life stuff though

Now:
~Forget almost everything from my childhood/ tween years
~No longer a fan of Naruto, still into anime
~Could care less about the real life stuff(minus losing friends), cries like a baby with certain songs and most movies/anime
~still morbid, but a better writer
~Bipolar
~Bisexual
~Ended highschool with some of my best grades, been working for 2 years
~Been in a steady relationship with someone I genuinely love for almost a year now
~Mom jobless, tons more friends, but feels like her dad isn't a dad to her and has no close extended family (as in grandparents, aunts, cousins, etc)
~Dubbing
~An alcoholic waiting to happen

I wonder, AM I really better off? Have I found a life worth living? I guess to anyone else, I have changed into a respectable woman. People who once shunned and made fun of me now respect and admire me for being so different, and for being able to stand on my own(as far as holding a job and stuff goes.) But, to me, I feel like I've gotten worse. They do say the people who are looked up to by many are the most messed up psychologically, and I can't doubt that at all. But it makes me wonder, how did I really get this mentally screwed up? There weren't any events in my life that directly effected me that could do the trick. Never been beaten, raped, never drank or had drugs nor were my parents/sisters doing so at the time.. Some deaths, some problems with my aunt's life and her kids/ my grandfather that I was too young to know about and by the time I did know I didn't care. I guess the only real kicker had to be the neglect/ teasing I faced as a child, but could it seriously have been THAT scarring as to make me suicidal and crazy? Was it really enough to make me trust people on the internet more than people in real life, and fall in love with one of said friends to the point where I was mentally unstable when we were dating? I guess I never will know..