Naturally, I should go first.
I first met my wife 3.4 years ago. I wasn't really that big of a goober douchebag back then, but I wasn't winning any congeniality pageants, that's for sure. Since you all know MBTI, I'll tell you that she's an INFJ. She's always coming around with all her gay feelings and shit. Sigh. The most noticeable impact she had on me is that my conversation ability has SKYROCKETED. You talk to someone for hours everyday, you get pretty good at talking. Just by mere virtue of having a good companion, I didn't feel lonely anymore, my depression magically vanished, and I became the kind, gentle, caring, and incredibly funny person you see before you. Oh and modest. I also used to be really sarcastic as well. Seriously though, a good companion will solve SO many problems.
I heard somewhere, a psychologist said that when his clients have depression, there are 3 factors that are a huge predictor of whether they'll recover: 1. Are they in a happy romantic relationship? 2. Are they addicted to drugs? 3. Do they have a job? He says that if they're single, addicted to drugs, and have no job, they're fucked. Well, he put it a little more eloquently than that. But he recommends to his clients to try to spark a romantic relationship, kick the habit (much more difficult than it sounds, but where there's a will there's a way), and to find a job. Not necessarily an ideal job, but the least objectionable job to start with.
I totes digressed there. Sorry about that. As you can see, my improved conversation skills also cause me to ramble a bit
The one event that changed me the most, was that I was fired. I worked in a big bank, fresh out of university, and I was an arrogant prick. I got my bachelor's, I'm the fucking shit now. Yeah! Y'all betta respect meh! Nonononononononononononono. Got a few kicks in the ass, then was showed the door. They paid a handsome severance though, lol! If I hadn't been fired, I have no idea where I'd be, or what I would be doing right now. I might still be working there.