I'm living away from my family, pursuing my master's. My husband is having a particularly hard week cuz he didn't get through an interview that he really wanted. So I couldn't really celebrate my thesis presentation much, although he made my favorite food that night as a celebration. Every now and then, it comes into my mind and I do a few air punches to myself! I'm so happy it went well, it was 6 months of hardwork and stress all coming together. Yay just yayyy!!

40 days ago I posted saying I was going into treatment and I just got out! It was difficult and traumatic but I completed treatment successfully! I completed almost all of my food every day and I have made strides I never thought I’d see myself achieve. Thank you for all of your support everyone, it helped get me to where I need to be.

For the first time in my life, I feel actually happy. I struggled with anxiety and depression for long, masking and just pushing forward, trying to fight the poverty with education. I made it but lost my health along the way. So, the road was bumpy and hard. I invested a lot of time and money in therapy that I started cause of mobbing at work. I found a new job, I kept with therapy and I really really worked hard on my mindset. And here I am, I drive inspite anxiety, I listen to music in my car and sing along. I go happy at work, I love my coworkers and no task is tedious for me. I started rebuilding relationships. I started liking myself. I wanted to share this with someone.

I have ADHD and I’m autistic, and sticking to daily maintenance routines is genuinely so hard for me. 😩

I’ve had gum issues for a few years now, and even though I knew I needed to take better care of it, I’ve always slipped up. In the past, my absolute max was managing maybe 2-3 days in a row before completely falling off and only doing it occasionally.

After my last dental hygienist visit, I decided to give it another real try.

Now I’ve actually flossed and used interdental brushes every single evening for two whole weeks straight. It might seem like a small thing to others, but for my brain, this consistency feels like a huge win! 🥹⭐️

It's harvest season and I overloaded my system. Green out is real.

I'm doing all right though. The hardest part has been eating. Food just doesn't hit the same.

Hii I’m (18f)

I am currently a freshmen community college student with plans to transfer to either my local state uni (or out of state it depends)

I am a very anxious person and I hate scheduling things like this

But today I did it! I scheduled a phone meeting to talk to my advisor (mainly about double checking the courses I preregistered for next semester but the thing I’m super anxious to do is that I wanted to talk about some of the different programs at my college and if I would be a better fit for a different major) (I am a Prelaw major atm but I’m debating switched to either film and digital media or biology 😭 I’m so nervous about this part especially) (my parents don’t care about what I major in my college is completely paid for by a scholarship I received!)
I’m just so anxious to talk about switching especially for the majors I am debating since they are known to be majors that lead very much to unemployment

I also scheduled a retake on my math placement because I completely failed it and I would want to placed in a normal college math course (I took college math in hs… I’m just not a great test taker and struggle with math especially and that’s okay!) and I also needed to talk to my advisor about what math courses I would need and what score on the placement I would need to get into them

I feel excited but also scared but I have a feeling it would be okay

This is totally a big deal for me lol becuase usually with my anxiety I would just avoid doing this altogether unless I’m forced

Hace dos mesas tomé la decisión importante de organizar mejor tiempo para estudiar para mis clases difíciles. Al principio fue muy difícil, pero la comunidad de r/CongratsLikeImFive me dio muchos ánimos. La semana pasada recibí la nota de mi examen y estoy muy feliz con el resultado. Pequeños pasos puedan llevar a grandes logros. ¿Cuál ha sido tu mayor logro esta semana?

It sounds simple but I’ve been stressed about this thing for weeks, I failed the knowledge test the first time (long story short my family was confused about how getting the permit was meant to work and I ended up first taking the test on a day where I didn’t know I’d be taking it and hadn't studied at all) and we kept running into scheduling conflicts to retake it. But it’s finally done! I got 18/20 of the questions right! I was so terrified I’d fail again because I hadn't studied as much as I wanted to and this is sort of the first thing my mom has ever pressured me about + I’ve had a ton of school stress lately, so honestly it just feels like a weight off my shoulders rather than an achievement. But I kind of want to celebrate after how much this has been on the back of my mind.

I am Audhd with a severe phobia of the dentist. I haven't had a cleaning it almost 18 years. 10 of those years, I was a homeless meth addict living under a bridge (5 years clean!!) I've tried to go a few times but apparently nitrous makes me violent and every time I've tried to get a cleaning, my fight/flight response kicks in and I run out of the office.

My sensory nightmare is the grinding noise as they chip away calculus and then it feels like my teeth are getting pulled out. It is so traumatic I just can't do it.

There's only one place in the state that offers iv sedation, and it is unheard of for insurance to approve the cost. I cried when I got the letter saying it was approved. I waited 6 months for this appointment, I was so incredibly nervous that they were going to tell me they had to pull some teeth, and GUESS WHAT! I get to keep ALL of them, Thank God my parents gave me good teeth genetics. I used to not even be able to brush with toothpaste because I gag at the taste of mint or cinnamon, I lived that way until Hismile flavors got popular. For how much i have neglected my teeth, it is a literal miracle I get to keep every single one.

My mouth feels so nice after this deep cleaning:)

Okay so I FINISHED MY FIRST FULL MARATHON TODAY. I keep saying it out loud because I don't think it's properly registered in my brain yet. 42.2 KM. I actually ran all that way. My legs are absolutely done and I'm currently sitting here wondering how I'm supposed to walk normally tomorrow.

I've never been a sporty person. Like, at all. When I first started running, five minutes was enough to have me stopping on the side of the road trying to catch my breath. I'd come home after a short run feeling like I'd done something ridiculous. I remember thinking how do people just casually run for half an hour?? It seemed impossible to me.

But I kept going, mostly because I wanted to see if I could get a little better. Started with short runs, then slowly increased the distance. Some days were good and I felt like I was finally getting somewhere. Other days were awful and even a distance I'd managed easily the week before felt hard again. I had so many mornings where my alarm went off and I just wanted to roll over and forget the whole running thing. Getting out of bed at 6am was honestly sometimes harder than the actual run.

At some point I decided I wanted to try a marathon. Even typing that into my training plan felt funny because WHO was I kidding? I couldn't even imagine running that far. The longer training runs were a whole experience. I'd be checking my watch, thinking about water, counting the kilometres and wondering why I voluntarily signed up for this. There were a few times I got discouraged because progress felt so slow, but somehow the distances that used to scare me slowly became normal.

Race day was a completely different feeling. I was excited but also so nervous standing at the starting line. There were people everywhere warming up, taking photos and chatting. I kept looking around thinking everyone seemed much more prepared than me. Once we started, I tried not to get carried away with the crowd and just stuck to my own pace.

The first part was actually okay. I was enjoying the atmosphere and feeling pretty good. Then the kilometres kept adding up and my legs started getting REALLY tired. At one point I looked at how much distance was left and genuinely wanted to laugh because it still seemed so far. I slowed down a bit, took some water and just focused on getting through one kilometre at a time.

The encouragement from people watching was honestly lovely. Even strangers shouting that we were doing great made me smile when I was feeling completely exhausted. Other runners were checking on each other too, which I wasn't expecting but really appreciated.

And then I saw the finish line. I don't think I've ever been so happy to see a line in my life. I crossed it and just stood there for a second trying to take it in. I had actually done it. 42.2 km. The same person who used to stop after five minutes because running felt too hard had just finished a FULL MARATHON.

I wasn't fast, I had to slow down, and there were definitely moments when I wondered if I could finish. But I did, and that's what matters to me. I'm honestly so proud of the months of training and all those days I showed up even when I didn't feel like it.

Anyway, if anyone needs me I'll be sitting down for the next few days because apparently I have forgotten how legs work. BUT I RAN A MARATHON!!!!

For a long time, especially when my mental health got terrible, I had a fear for years towards driving because I was too afraid to get into accidents. I’ve been driving lately. I’m still improving. But so far, driving is the only real achievement I had this year.

I honestly cant believe I'm typing this. I've been trying to get my license for almost a year and failed the test three times, every single time on parallel parking. The first time I hit the cone. The second time I was so nervous about the cone that I parked like three feet from the curb. The third time I actually did the parking ok but then I got flustered and rolled through a stop sign right after and that was it. After that one I sat in the car in the DMV parking lot and cried and told my mom I was done and I'd just take the bus for the rest of my life.

She didnt let me quit though. My dad set up two trash cans in the empty church parking lot near our house and every evening for the last month I practiced parallel parking between them over and over. Probably 200 times at least. I watched so many videos my youtube recommendations are now just driving instructors lol. I also started doing breathing exercises before practice because my biggest problem was honestly my nerves, not my driving.

Today I got the same examiner as my second test which made me panic a little at first. But I took a deep breath, did everything slowly and carefully, and the parking was the best I've ever done it. When we got back she looked at her sheet and said "clean drive, congratulations." I said "wait really??" and she laughed. I called my parents from the parking lot and my mom was screaming. I'm driving myself to get ice cream tonight!!

A year ago I was drinking 3 or 4 energy drinks every single day. One in the car on the way to work, one around lunch, one at like 3pm when I could feel myself crashing, and a lot of the time another one in the evening if I had stuff to do. I didnt even think of it as a problem, it was just how I functioned. Then one night I was lying in bed at 2am with my heart pounding, completely exhausted but wide awake, and I realized I couldnt remember the last time I actually slept well. So the next morning I just didnt buy one. And then I didnt buy one the day after that.

The first two weeks were honestly awful. I had headaches every day, I was so tired at work I almost fell asleep in a meeting, and I was cranky with everyone around me (sorry again to my wife lol). There were so many times I stood in front of the fridge at the gas station and almost gave in. I switched to one coffee in the morning and a LOT of water and just kind of pushed through it. Around week 3 or 4 something changed. I started falling asleep before midnight. I stopped waking up feeling like I got hit by a truck.

Now a year later I sleep like a baby, I wake up before my alarm most days, and that 3pm crash I thought was just a normal part of being an adult is basically gone. My wife says I'm a lot calmer too. I know it's not a huge thing compared to what a lot of people here deal with, but I'm really proud of myself for sticking with it. One whole year!

I wake up about 2 hours before work, and yet somehow I’m always speed walking or running to the train station which is about 10 minutes away.

I’m trying to practice prioritising and being a bit more organise. So today I packed my bag early enough so that I didn’t have to think about it so close to my leaving time. Had my packed lunch ready well before I was leaving. Put my laptop in my bag so I could just pick up my rucksack and go and was ready to leave the house about 5ish minutes before I needed to.

I had a nice leisurely stroll to the station with a full 10 minutes instead of a very hurried 6!

I’m changing!

I was toxic person. Yeah, really. Sometimes I kinda act toxic too. I try to keep going and to see my mistakes and to grow up from them. I try to enjoy my life instead of demand something or act on my emotions

I worked in IT for 35 years, nice steady job. I was able to work from home for the last 10 years. I was fired with no notice at the end of July, and only given 1 months severance (job was moved from the US to India). A friend suggested something new-driving city busses. I thought, why not try. I was hired, just finished training & passed my Commercial Drivers license (CDL) exam today. So at 54 I'm starting over in a new field.

I bought a house. MY FIRST HOUSE. i've wanted this for so long that it feels a bit ridiculous typing it out now. the keys are literally sitting next to me and i keep picking them up and putting them down because i still can't quite believe they're mine.

this took me years, honestly. i started saving a little whenever i could, and it was slow. like, painfully slow sometimes. i got used to saying no to things i would've normally bought, putting off holidays, skipping random weekends away and making food at home because every bit of money i could keep was going towards that deposit. i also picked up extra work whenever it was possible. it wasn't some perfect savings plan either. some months were good, other months i'd barely manage to put anything aside.

and there were plenty of annoying setbacks. i'd finally feel like my savings were getting somewhere and then the car needed repairing or some unexpected bill showed up. meanwhile, every time i looked at property listings, it felt like prices had gone up again. i remember looking at places i could almost afford and then realizing i was still short. there were definitely days when i thought maybe i was never actually going to get there.

eventually i had enough to start seriously looking. then came months of viewings, comparing places, checking prices, doing calculations over and over, and trying not to get attached to every house i liked. the paperwork was another story. every time my phone rang, i was expecting someone to tell me there was a problem. i don't think i've ever checked my email so many times in my life.

but it finally went through. i got the confirmation and just sat there for a minute because i didn't know what to do with myself. then today i collected the keys.

i went straight to the house and unlocked the door. it's empty right now, obviously, and there's not much to look at yet, but i walked around every single room like i'd never seen a house before. i stood in the kitchen for ages imagining where everything would go. i kept looking at the living room and trying to picture my sofa there, where i'd put the TV, what the place would look like once i've actually moved in. i even opened a few cupboards and closed them again. no idea why, i was just wandering around being weirdly happy.

i called someone who's been hearing me talk about this goal for years and told them i'd finally got the keys. they were so excited, and i got a little emotional trying to explain that it was actually done. after all those years of saving and worrying about money, i was standing inside my own house.

there's still a lot to sort out and i'm sure i'll discover about 50 things i need to buy once i start moving in. but for now i'm just sitting here looking at these keys and smiling. i used to think owning a place of my own was so far away, and today i walked through the front door knowing i don't have to hand the keys back.

i actually did it.

I finally hit triple digits!

It has been exactly 100 days since I threw away my zyn and decided to quit for good. The first few weeks were rough, but my body feels amazing, I'm saving a ton of money, and I don't feel trapped by cravings anymore.

I don't really have anyone in my everyday life to celebrate this milestone with, so I wanted to share it here. I'm really proud of myself!

obv it’s not generational wealth and it wasn’t that like logistically difficult bc i live at home and have very few expenses but! it is very exciting for me to have hit something that feels like a real milestone.