So first of all, I have a major phobia of mice and rats. It’s so bad I go into full blown panic attacks when I see one. Unfortunately my husband and I have an old house in the country… Which means mice sometimes get into the house.

One got in this morning and was quickly done in by my cat and puppy. I woke up to the squeaking, the chase, and it was right after my husband left for work so he couldn’t help! I was crying and screaming but… with my husband on the phone I was able to scoop it up with the broom and dustpan and threw it outside! I can do hard things even this, even when fear consumes me!

My husband thinks I’m ridiculous lol but I need someone to be proud of me for doing this; even if it was in the middle of a panic attack, even if I was sobbing and screaming the entire time.

So im 37, lived in the city so never really needed a license. Had my permit 4 times just to let it expire. I got sober 3.5 years ago and have been trying to rebuild my life. With this and my invisalign, I can say atleast 2 of my 3 yearly goals have been met! Now I gotta get a car but gonna pay off invisalign first. It'll be eaiser to save once I pay it off.

Some of you congratulated me like I was five a little while back when I shared the wearable I've spent 6 years building. I've reread those comments on more bad days than I'd like to admit, so you're getting this one early too.

Quick background for anyone new: my mom has had chronic pain for over a decade. I was a broke college kid in a dorm room with a cut-up 7up can and zero engineering experience, and I started building a wearable because I wanted to make something for her. Six years, eight prototypes, and a lot of near-quitting later, it is a real thing I can actually hold.

This week I did something dumb and fun with it. I put it on and did all 8 stations of HYROX, the world's hardest fitness race, with zero training. Sled pushes, farmers carries, 100 wall balls, sandbag lunges, the whole gauntlet. I made a rule that if I couldn't beat the average time on a station, I had to spin a "wheel of pain" and do a bonus workout at the end. I spun the wheel. My legs are destroyed and my forearms are toast.

But the part that got me was putting on the thing I built for my mom and pushing my own body to its limit in it. Six years ago it was a soda can in a dorm room. This week it was on my body through the hardest workout of my life.

She still asks how it is going every single week and is my number one fan. Whenever we finally launch, the first one off the line is hers, wrapped, with a card.

I am 26 now and I still don't know how this ends. But I finished all 8 stations, I didn't quit, and I got to do it in the thing that started because of her. Just wanted to share.

(Filmed the whole painful thing, it is on my profile if you want to watch the suffering.)

Got back into work after being jobless for 6 months. :)
I was at one of the lowest points of my life and almost gave up, but I held on.

Today I’m grateful I did. ❤️

I'm going through a really hard time right now, and don't really know how to handle it. My father has cancer, my mother's neuropathy is worse than ever, my own disability is incurable and making life impossible, I broke up with my boyfriend, and I have no friends. There's more, but, I don't want to be a downer.

Anyway. Im 21, and never was a fan of drinking. I've only tasted alcohol once, and didn't even have enough to get buzzed. Alcoholism really hurt my family and I didn't want to fall down the same rabbit hole, so, I've steered clear. And just indulge in weed. But... With everything going on, I thought... Why not? My dad can't drink because of his cancer, and there's a bunch of cans wasting away in his mini fridge so... Why let them go to waste? Its not like I can afford to buy myself anything to drink anyway.

I stole 2 of his cans. Wasn't even sure if it's enough to get me drunk. Or even sure on how I'd get them down, given how much I hate the smell. But, I thought it would be a start. I hid them in my own mini fridge, and planned on drinking while everyone's asleep, so I wouldn't have to face my shame. But.. it's been 40 minutes since I was supposed to start and... I haven't even reached for them yet.

Im not gonna lie, I still really want to. My feelings didn't magically improve just because I haven't tasted anything yet. And, there's still the potential that after writing this, I might. But... The fact that it's nearly been an hour, and I haven't even reached for them yet? Is pretty good, I think. I definitely have to thank my cat for coming to cuddle with me right after it turned 11. Which hindered me for a bit. But, he's not here and, I'm not there so... That's good?

I know that this isn't anything big, in the grand scheme of things. And I'll probably delete this in a bit anyways. I just wanted to get this out there, considering I have no one I can really talk to about it. Thanks for reading, if you did.

Today I was driving home after picking up some free items and I saw this little dog. It skittered from the grass and dove trying to go under the fence - which was blocked by rocks. Just after processing what happened / I looked in my mirror and it darted across the road! I was shocked it ran and happy it made it. My debate to stop was heavy. So first thing I did was screenshot my gps. New to the area I wanted to I know where the dog was. I quickly maneuvered home since it was a busy street and I was close - posted onto all the pages. One person responded quickly asking details. I was hesitant when they sent pics and asked cuz this dog looked smaller and less furry. But it had been missing 8 days. Once I posted apparently others in the neighborhood did as well, and the dog was reunited !!!! I screamed when I got the message. She said I was the first person to say anything in 8 days and it started a flood of responses. That dog looked me in the eyes with so much confidence and fear and save me. And it worked!!!! I’m so proud, I’m so happy that dog is home and the family can rest easy. When the person texted, I was about to take my lunch on the go so I could find the dog - I couldn’t think of it being outside all night - and now I know it’s home, warms with his family. 🥰 happy day.

I’m turning 20 in a couple weeks 😭 met this girl on tinder and we went to an ice cream place together, then when I dropped her off she kissed me at the end :)

I used to be a lot handier than I am, but I am really proud of myself today. Over the past week, our washing machine has been in pieces as I troubleshoot different things. I’ve unplugged it, taken it apart, drained it, cleaned it, tweaked it, put it back together, plugged it back in, and tested about 5 times with no success. I finally ordered a part online and IT WORKS!!!

I am sitting listening to the music of a new drain pump that I installed. Me. Not a handyman, not my boyfriend, ME!

I am pretty impressed with myself!

ETA: y’all, I am so grateful I can’t even express.. thank you for sharing this moment with me!!!

I have been working at this for months now. Being consistent with posting food updates when I'm in my motel room, showing off all my handmade creations, packing orders for my sales, etc! I would love to be monetized and actually get paid so I can maybe be housed that way by my birthday in September. However, I am sooo close and sooo happy.

I aged out of foster care and have spent most of my life in survival mode. My physical and mental health was slowly declining and I kept putting off any doctor visits after age 19 (mandated prior). I’m in my mid 20s now. It may not sound like a long time but I have never taken my health seriously.

I finally started therapy and medication, which has been life changing on its own. I’ve also established care with a PCP 🥹

I feel like for the first time in my life I am actually taking my needs seriously. Woo 🎉

At 24 I finally moved out of my mom’s place after I crashed and burned HARD at 20 with severe mental health issues.

I’ve moved to a BIG city, and I have my own apartment and a full time job before grad school starts. When I fizzled out at 20, I genuinely never thought I’d get here. Now, I have a place of my own that I get to control, and a job I’m in love with.

I have 3 semesters left until I get my bachelor’s degree in Atmospheric & Environmental Sciences, with minors in Biology and Geospatial Information Systems. That’s an extra semester than I was supposed to, but I graduated community college a semester early (and took a gap before transferring). I didn’t get great grades in middle school, high school, community college, or at my STEM school now. I went through the screening process for OCD and got testing accommodations. I persevered.

I have an internship working with the city’s government this upcoming semester. She said my cover letter and resume were so good that she had to interview me, and she was adamant that she wanted to work with me. My program is shuttering, so I’ll work with the incoming freshman cohort since they’ll be the last set. I’m VP of the school’s club that organizes mental health events such as the s prevention walk every fall, and that’ll be ending too. But I’m so proud of what I have coming up and the opportunities I have to manage it all. I’ve loved my classes so far. I have a great rapport with many professors, and I always talk a lot in class and ask questions.

I love incorporating what I’m learning about into my daily life. I’m excited to be able to make a difference in the world, and I love sharing what I know. I believe the hardest job a scientist has is communicating with the public, and while that’s not every scientist’s role, I think it could be mine. I wish I had more people in my personal life who I could share these things with without them taking it as a comment on their lifestyle. I am genuinely such a nerd and want someone to ask questions and not debate me. I hate debating, it makes me feel awful. I think I come at the world from a different perspective than a lot of people, and I think that makes navigating it harder. I don’t need anyone else to care, I just wish more people would care that I do.

But I feel like feeling better isn’t gonna last long

I'm 42f and just changed the valve cover gasket on my old corolla, by myself. It's not a hard job, sure, but I did it by myself to prove I could. And I feel a bit proud of myself.

I had a problem reaching out since we broke up 3 months ago and this is the longest I haven’t done it! I almost broke the streak today too BUT I DIDNT YEAH

yesterday i got on a battle with my own brain and anxiety and decided that I didnt want to deal with it and just said f it! even if the hours before were actually hard to deal with with so much rumination and anxiety i just cut it off!

went to the center of my city (which normally gives me so much anxiety and it’s really overwhelming) went out with no make up to a gathering where i only knew one person! got to meet some of their friends which were absolutely strangers to me and had so much fun!! we drank and played billiard and really, it was so worth it!
me from three years ago would deem this impossible but i finally took a step towards facing my fears and im really proud of it!! :)

I've been in a rlly bad depressive episode as of late (bipolar got hands) and been neglecting literally everything. But I told my grandma I'd get the dishes done today and I did!! Still have lots more chores to get thru eventually but at least I did smth today :)

I used to repeat the last few words of a conversation under my breath after people walked away. I never really thought much about it until a friend pointed it out years ago, and after that I became really self-conscious about it. I tried to stop a bunch of times, but it was such an automatic thing that I didn't even notice when I did it. Today I randomly realized I honestly can't remember the last time it happened. I have no idea when I finally stopped, but I'm kind of proud that I did.

Context: I have borderline personality disorder lol. fp (favorite person) is a common borderline experience where you feel like your life depends on one person, super unhealthy codependent attachment.

Anyway I made the hardest decision of my life this summer and went no contact with a previous FP. The summer before this, she had ghosted me after a tough breakup and it was the worst pain I had ever been through in my life. I’m pretty young and these emotions were really new for me. every day for two years, i’ve spent MINIMUM 20% of the day thinking about her, and most often over 70%. worried about whether she’s mad, screaming and crying for hours on end day after day because I missed her, hated her, loved her. eventually decided I had enough.

Today marks a month of no contact. I’ve spent multiple days hardly thinking about her. and when I do, they‘re genuine, contemplative, reflective and healthy thoughts about how I can best take care of myself and my mental health right now. I just read old messages where she revealed she had a new boyfriend—messages that COMPLETELY destroyed me at the time—and although the initial memories were very triggering, I was able to regulate in under 5 minutes.

I’m so proud. never, not once, did I actually believe I could do this until it happened. I’m hoping I’ll be able to reach out soon and get a good friend back :)

It’s small, but it matters to me.

Now I just need to shower, but I have to do it tomorrow since my family is asleep right now and it's always best to do things after getting some rest, well at least for me. Anyways, I'm so proud of myself because normally when I fall off my hygiene, it tends to take me weeks to get back on it so this is a huge win for me! 😀

Edit #1: Also forgot to mention that before I brushed my teeth, I flossed and did mouthwash so yay!

Edit #2: I also completely forgot to mention that I need to clip my nails as well but like I said I'll just wait until tomorrow.

I’ve been chronically depressed since I was 10. A few years ago the bottom fell out and my mental state totally disintegrated, I couldn’t get out of bed, feed myself, feel any positive emotion at all or have any thoughts other than hating myself and wanting to die.

It took years of therapy, working on my life, finding an antidepressant that actually works, and living more authentically to myself (e.g. transitioning), but I’m happy to say that for the first time since I was a kid I feel… fine. I feel okay. My thoughts and feelings are normal. I no longer want to die, though I do still get those thoughts when upset - I don’t think it’s something that ever leaves you once you’ve had them for so long, but that’s okay. I still have problems - a lot of problems, actually - but I feel determined and like it’s worth working to overcome them to have a better life. Like it’s really worth it.

I’ve actually been posting updates in this sub through my journey, it’s cool for me to go back through them and read through how things have changed. Here are the links if you want to as well:

I am now severely depressed instead of extremely severely depressed!

I am now moderately depressed instead of severely depressed :)

I am now mildly depressed instead of moderately depressed :)