This week, I’ve had to leave home three days in a row. I planned for severe anxiety, but it didn’t come. I’m so proud that I prepared. It’s been a decade since i left home three days in a row without collapsing.
I’m proud I’m on a vegan diet and being true to myself even when it meant leaving the ones I love most.
I’m proud I do pump because I really struggle to make myself do it.
I’m proud of the independence I have now such as having a license as the voices used to say they would make sure I never get my license but I got it.
Sucked in nasty voices.
I’m proud I’m not as fat as I used to be.
Still want to lose a few kg but it’s better than it was.
I’m proud I don’t eat lollies and junk everyday even though I want to.
I’m proud my brother and his wife have me walk their dogs.
I’m proud I have started to dress a bit better.
Gothic is my favourite but I priorities comfortable.
Today I’m wearing a comfortable full body suit I was given.
It’s comfortable but doesn’t look as bad as I used to wear with tracksuit pants and brown boots.
I am proud that I quit smoking cigarettes cold turkey on August 31, and I’m still going strong.
It was 11 years ago, but I’m still proud I was able to finish the last requirements for my master’s degree while I was quite ill, had been in and out of psych units. I had to revise/perfect my thesis, give my seminar and pass my oral thesis defense under those conditions. I was fortunate I was able to complete coursework and lab work during a long period of near total remission.