Started a new job for my intern class they offered me 2 days a week which I was very grateful for !! Got a text from the manager saying I was doing so well they want to move me to full time 🥹🥹🥹NOW I CAN QUIT MY TERRIBLE JOB YESSSSSS

i can't remember a time in my life i didn't selfharm, my earliest memory of hurting myself is in kindergarten. i started cutting when i was 12 years old and the severity has gotten to needing regular medical help like stitches and antibiotics for horrible infections that almost made me septic

as for alcohol i used to day drink for 5 years and often ended up drinking like 4 bottles of wine for a week straight,,

i stopped alcohol because i needed my psych meds to work and help me as much as possible,, so it doesn't feel like much of an accomplishment given the reasons i quit :((

i don't know, i just feel pathetic and embarrassed that i'm still battling this as an adult

I've never done anything like this before- as the numbers keep going up when I post i'm getting a very big hit of happy chemicals and i'm finding myself having a lot more motivation, Not just for this but also for daily life!

This has really helped me. Just knowing that there are people who - while they may not actually care - are willing to devote time and listen and look at something i've made..

160K people in a room! Imagine that !!!!

I'm finally semi healthy enough to get one! I also inserted a tampon with success for the first time. I'm proud of me for that!

been a rough few weeks and i got really triggered at dinner tonight but instead of reaching for my blade i grabbed a bowl of ice cubes and talked through it with my partner. now i’m still a week clean and will hopefully get back up to months before i know it!

Yay, me 😊😊

I have autism and adhd which have both heavilly debilitated my life, after years of isolation and waiting i got into the help i needed.

Last night my mum sat me down and just rambled about how happy she is for me, when i mentioned someone shared my interest she literally started squealing like a little girl.

It was so heartwarming to see how happy my mum is at the fact I'm getting better, and just the fact I'm FINALLY getting out of the house.

Today is our 25th wedding anniversary. Wow... We've had our ups and downs, some dark days as well as brilliant highlights - but it's been pretty cool, and we have a couple of wonderful offspring that are a marvel in their own way.

I'm proud of us reaching that milestone.🎉

My husband and I have lived together 10 years. We lived on our own for a while, but spent the last 3 years living with a roommate to save money. The living situation was good at first, but we eventually came to realize we wanted to be on our own again. We moved in with my parents over the summer, so we weren’t forced to rush and move into an apartment we didn’t really like. Today I got the call, we got approved for our new apartment. It’s in a much safer area than our last and I’m so excited to be able to have our home again.

Today I was approached abt a role change at my workplace by someone recruiting me for their team and told me it’s bc I’m a high performer and everyone loves me. I don’t know if I’d take (or be officially offered) the role but it made my year learning that my reputation is this good. I needed to hear that.

I’ve struggled with mental illness for a long time but this year was by far the worst, from being consumed by anorexia and depression to planning suicide attempts this year has been a lot, however after 3 months on meds, 6 months in recovery from anorexia and a few weeks clean from self harm I can finally (for the first time in years) enjoy my birthday. I thought I would be dead many years ago but here I am, I survived another year and even though I feel kind of divided on it I can say that I’m mostly happy that I did. I still have really bad days but nowhere near as bad as they were just a couple months ago. I’m far from recovered and still have a long way to go in terms of mental health but I today is good.

it was quite a hassle, but that was mostly my fault. first appointment with the psych went like a breeze. I told him about my symptoms and why ritalin would help me and he told me to get my blood and heart checked and come back in 2 months.

unfortunately procrastination, forgetfulness and a lack of energy hit, so I had to wait for another two months. BUT I did get my blood and heart checked. yay! I even got the results of the latter printed out right away, and for the blood test I was told I could easily download them online.

well, I couldn‘t, and I only figured that out the night before my next psych appointment. I went regardless, he looked at the heart stuff and was like „that looks good, but I need the blood stuff as well. come back in a week“

so I went to my gp, got the blood test results and today, I headed back to the psych. and I got a prescription for vitamin d because that was the one and only thing I‘m lacking (the rest was extremely good according to him - surprisingly to me because I have a bit of an eating disorder and I was expecting to have too little of more than just one vitamin) and for ritalin! yay!

now I finally have an extremely useful tool for keeping my home somewhat clean and tidy! work isn‘t much of an issue due to external structure but at home executive dysfunction hits big time and it‘s a realy struggle to not descend into complete and utter chaos. I‘m aware ritalin isn‘t going to fix this but it‘s sure going to help. no more crying over a long forgotten pot in the sink!

I (27m) haven't had a job interview in a very long time as I've always relied on others recommending me.

I was nervous as hell and took my usual sertraline (anxiety) med this morning, like I do everyday.

As soon as I walked in the room, the interviewer was kind and welcoming.

We had a "good" conversation and also made each other laugh a few times.

I was anxious over nothing.

I may not get the job, but that's unfortunately out of my control.

For years now, I have suffered with neurological headaches, and nothing has ever worked to prevent them. I finally saw a neurologist, and she gave me a preventative medication to stop them from happening.

Once a month, I have to give myself three separate injections back to back, and I was really scared at the prospect. But last night I gave myself all three injections, and it was not the tragedy that I was imagining.

I’m proud of myself for finally getting the right medical help and being brave enough to stab myself with needles.

I hope it works!

I did it! I still have a lot of work to do with the case, but I am so happy it’s not dismissed. It was a huge ordeal to do this while dealing with PTSD and huge stress.

Now I am focusing on maintaining my health and staying strong for the court case.

Trigger warning: SA and emotional abuse

Since I broke up with my first boyfriend 9 years ago I have experienced attempted, and actual (you know, i dont want to say it). I never really talk about it and I try to brush it off like it's no big deal. I tried to heal or forget about it by getting into a FwB relationship with a coworker who eventually hurt me like that too on a couple of occasions. Now I have to see his face everyday (I can't quit my job) and I realized how much trauma I have been though. So I made the call to a trauma focused therapist who I think can help me. I haven't heard back, and I'm terrified to admit the realities of my past, but I know I'm ready to heal.

Today, my abusers went to my house (long story) and I didn’t want to see them so I starved myself and didn’t get out of bed for 16 hours. It also took a lot of me to even get out of bed even though I know they left. I finally was able to stand up and eat something. These days are really harsh but I’m glad I was able to get up and survive.

I really want to get into EGL fashion, and if you look it up you'll see it is quite...eyecatching to say then least. I have been nervous about what my parents would think. My first EGL things haven't arrived. I told myself there is this one quirky shirt you like but you never wear it because you care too much. So if I can't be brave enough to wear this shirt you won't be brave enough to wear EGL fashion. So I did it. I wore it outside. (I wore it once before but for a very short time.) When i was at the store someone I know complimented me on it. Then when my parents got home, my dad didn't have anything to say. My mom just made a general comment, pretty neutral. Then she said "Oh it has bunny ears (on the back)." She said it slightly negatively but I felt fine. I am so happy. It makes me more emboldened to dress more untraditionally some of the time. (EGL fashion isn't really worn daily.)

For context I have always really struggled with keeping spaces clean that are not shared (I don’t want to have my mess imposed on others) ESPECIALLY when my mental health is unstable (as it usually is with my bipolar disorder). My room has always been the worst of it. But over the past few days I cleaned it completely and vacuumed and dusted and all thats left are little things that i need to clear out and organize, but I can finally walk through my room without stepping on anything!!

Not much else to say! Quitting drinking was easy, I didn’t enjoy it at all anymore. Quitting vaping has been the hardest thing in the world at times but the easiest thing when I get my thoughts together and realize how possible it is to just… not do something.

Let’s make it forever on both!

I feel like I failed because I wanted to show my therapist and psychiatrist I could do without it.I had been doing exceedingly well but I’m really struggling to keep my head above water this week.My therapist and support team wanted to challenge me to see if I could use this stressful time period as an opportunity to further show how much I don’t need meds(paraphrasing). However I realized I promised my psychiatrist,in the beginning,I would take meds if things started to go south.I don’t know why but I feel like I ruined everything 😥

I got two bad depressive episodes this month, which led to me missing 3 class sessions. I have Bipolar Type 1 with Psychosis and today, I felt well enough to attend school! My professor has been very understanding about my excused absences and she even gave me a hug and told me she’s here for me :)

before i get into this, english is not my native language so sorry for any grammatical errors, etc.

growing up, my parents never really taught us good dental hygiene. my dad has no teeth, and my mom has very little left and what she does have are broken and probably almost rotting. they grew up in the 60s/70s, to be fair, and i imagine there wasn't much knowledge or products around dental hygiene back then. but anyway, this meant that for most of my childhood, we didn't really brush our teeth. sometimes we would do it for a while, and we'd do it if we had lots of sugar, but it generally wasn't really something they encouraged/made us do. we didn't know a lot about teeth or why it was so important to brush them. the habit was just never instilled in us.

fast forward to my preteen years. my teeth are horrible (still are to this day), both because they were never consistently cleaned and general mouth fuckery. i was meant to have braces when i turned 10 but i haven't seen a dentist in over a decade i think due to circumstances that i won't get into. so yeah, gross teeth, haven't seen a dentist in a while, teeth growing wrong.. fairly sure at least one or two need to be pulled out at this point because of their position in my gums. im very insecure about my teeth and my smile.

recently my sibling asked for us to get toothbrushes again. my mom made us promise that we'd actually use them. my sister never did, but for some reason, this time i decided i would try to stick to it, at least for a little while. now ive been consistently brushing my teeth almost every night for about two weeks, for the first time in around two decades of being alive. i probably don't do it as long as i should and it's only once a day, but im doing it. my gums don't bleed as much when i brush now, although one tooth is very susceptible to bleeding, again, because of the position in my mouth, the brush hurts the gum around it.

hygiene is something i struggle with because of my mental health and adhd, and honestly it takes a lot of energy to do simple self maintenance like this. i don't know how long ill keep this up, but im proud of myself. i want to treat myself better and make upfor all the time i let my physical state rot because i couldn't take care of it. when i miss a day, i don't even get mad at myself, i just tell myself that the fact that im trying is enough.

if anyone else reading this also struggles with hygiene, i encourage you to try to do one small thing to make yourself feel better. but even when you can't, know you're not a failure because of it. i let myself believe that for a long time. but im working on getting better, and im really proud of the progress ive made. brushing my teeth for a few seconds once a day is better than never brushing them at all.

I got blood work done two years ago that got me flagged as prediabetic and now its two years later and I'm .1 out of considered prediabetes range! I can't say its been easy. I haven't made any big lifestyle changes but the changes I did make were hard to stick to so I'm so happy I managed to do it!

she thanked me for being so nice to her when she was new. i invited her to eat lunch together in the canteen on her first day and also was helping her a lot with her work. when she told me i almost started to cry, because just a few years ago I was a mess when it came to communicating and socializing.

I have never done this before, despite it being recommended by several people over the years. I have very low self esteem and body confidence. I'm overweight and not conventionally attractive, I'm 24 and was bullied for my weight and autism badly enough that it gave me PTSD and other mental health diagnoses, and I attended a MH oriented school from 14 onwards.

I always scoffed at the idea, I couldn't even look in a mirror, let alone compliment my reflection.

Last night as I sat in bed, I glanced at the mirror (first mirror in years) that I hung up on the wall earlier that day. My initial reaction was usual in that I looked away quickly. Then I looked back, and said "I love you, and you're okay yano".

:)

I’ve had a decades-long phobia of vomiting, mainly stemming from nearly choking on my own vomit while sleeping as a child. Usually when I throw up it comes with panic attacks so bad that I can’t calm down for hours, and it’s only subsided a bit in recent years.

The other night while high, I felt sick out of nowhere but I was already sitting on the toilet so I threw up in my bath instead. My roommates were asleep and I didn’t want to trouble them with cleaning up something gross so I pulled myself together enough to clean things up - tossed bathmat into the wash, flushed out bath, and sprayed disinfectant all over. By the time I finished, I realized I hadn’t shed a single tear despite it being my own mess that was difficult to even look at. Maybe the weed helped keep me calm enough to deal with it, but I’ll still take the victory.

I am recovering from an eating disorder + also get really overwhelmed by grocery shopping but I picked out meal ideas and got the ingredients and lots of food options for the week, and I’m excited to cook and try new recipes :)

I washed and conditioned my hair and brushed it out, which was hard because I had a big rat in it from the lack of washing, but I did it. I'm AuDHD and when my mental health isn't going well, showering is the first to go. I'm in LA and just dealt with the fire, and I'm also nonbinary, so the government just told the world I don't exist. I'm having serious financial troubles so I have to move back in with my mother in a month. So my mental health is in a terrible place right now.

But, I got in the shower. I'm proud of myself, I'd love to get some reassurance. Thank you so much for reading.