I responded to someone’s call for help (assistance, not life-critical), even though I had just gone to sleep. Got up, dressed, went out into the world, and met someone to get tools to help someone who still relies on me.

Yay, me. :)

I finally got myself to work on voice training exercises at home 😌

I got a glowing review from work (I was promoted 6 months ago) by both my boss and boss’ boss. ’

WOW! That’s a pretty big undertaking to move by yourself. I’m teaching myself a new skill to change careers, although I haven’t gotten there yet, I’m proud that I’m taking myself seriously now.

I applied for a great job that I’m definitely not qualified for, and I’m through the first two rounds of interviews. I didn’t even think I’d go to the first interview purely because of my agoraphobia, so I’m proud of myself for pushing through it.

I stayed calm and didn’t retaliate when someone went crazy road rage on me 😂

I passed my cell and molecular biology paper (which was pretty hard and mostly irrelevant to my consumer food sci degree ) and found out that the one paper I managed to pass during the year I was fucked up by SSRIs means that I’ve already met all the requirements for my minor!

I started processing trauma memories and working on maladaptive survival behaviors in January. Running and dissociating always seemed better for some reason.

I guess I was afraid I’d learn that I deserved abuse growing up. It turns out that it wasn’t about me at all.

Mindfulness practice has brought more agency and intention to my life. Despite this being the hardest and most painful thing I’ve done, it’s also been one of the most rewarding.

My wife and I have always loved traveling. We also wanted kids, but we didn’t want that to limit our ability to see the world. So we promised each other we would travel with our kids. Currently on week 4 of a big multinational trip with our little ones, having a great time.

I’ve just built and launched a new site for my work! It’s something we’ve been trying to do for literally years and about a month ago I decided to just sit down and do it myself, and I’m so glad I did.

Solo travel with an anxiety disorder. Getting pushed out of that comfort zone, but I still choose my own adventures. It’s freeing and I hope it will promote some personal growth.

i built a rigid heddle loom and wove myself a scarf! it sucks and is super wonky looking but i love it, and its been neat learning about how weaving works and the history of textiles and all that junk. did you know that weaving is one of the oldest crafts in the world? we were doing it back in the paleolithic, like 27,000 years ago! its very neat. it took me like a month to build the loom, and a few days to weave the scarf, and its the first time i’ve felt this much consistent focus on a hobby in a long time. it also coincides with me getting new brain pills (and estrogen) that are working really well at restoring my passion for life.