I never really had a "phase". For me it's been more like "moments" that are spread out over my entire life. A certain day out of a week, or an experience of promise and hope. The awareness of possibility. They seem to go by so fast that they really are just moments.
An example of what I mean: The time that is really supposed to be a happy time - my marriage. Her family was against it and almost violently tried to sabotage it up to the day before our wedding. Her father campaigned for her to call it off. Her mom had already passed, but after the wedding her father and brother would have nothing to do with her ever again. And my family couldn't care less. No-one even showed up to the wedding. My mom referred to her as a word I choose not to repeat on this forum. It was an extremely stressful and hate-filled time. It sucks when so many 'important' people hate you that much. It definitely wasn't the happiness it was promised to be. Everyone swore that we (she) were making a huge mistake - yet we've been married 44 years. So there was good - but it was decorated with bad.
I don't really remember a sustained period where everything was all good.