r/CongratsLikeImFive

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Always had a rocky relationship with cavities and tartar when it comes to my teeth. As a kid I hated brushing my teeth and got depression as a teen that made things more difficult, I had cavities throughout my childhood and adolescence. I slowly started improving my dental hygiene when I became an adult but depression made it hard. The past year or so I finally got into the long term habit of brushing twice a day and flossing once a day, especially flossing had been spotty for me up until then. My last checkup was 1.5 years ago and back then I had no cavities but some tartar that needed to get cleaned up, so already a big step forward. Today I went for a checkup finally, I was really nervous there was something wrong but the dentist basically told me my teeth are completely fine, no cavities, no tartar and gums are in good condition, he even noted my mouth looks very clean and well taken care of. I always wanted to hear that as a kid. I'm an adult now but hey, better late than never right?

So my body has been deconditioned for years bc of bedrot and walking has been a challenge. I'll get out of breath, my legs will shake and give out, and I have 9/10 lower back pain. Well after months of physical therapy I was able to walk the trash to the dumpster today for the first time since 2021 without falling, as the title says :)

pretty proud of myself.

I’m fairly young but have mobility difficulties due to autoimmune diseases and dysautonomia. I’ve been fortunate to find a fitness class routine that works for my body and ability. I got over the anxiety about using my walking stick around the pool edge but still struggled with using the regular showers.

I have POTS and my symptoms are severe enough that bending forward to pick something from the floor causes tachycardia, dizziness, nausea and I have previously fainted at home. To reduce the risk of face planting when dressing/showering I now remain seated for most of it, and avoid very hot/humid environments when my symptoms are worse.

Today I used my radar key to access the disabled showers for the first time. The room was bone dry but there was toilet paper all over the floor, brown debris and marks I can only hope we’re from people shoes. The actual shower curtain when pulled back let me see that there was a chair for under the water, as well as three discarded shower products containers. Literally lids pulled off, strewn in different parts of the small room.

Needless to say I wasn’t using that unsanitary room and just got dried off and went to check the “changing space” shower room which is accessed poolside. This room had gurney changing beds and chairs blocking the actual shower, and the rest of the room served as storage for trolleys with pool floats etc

The staff are always lovely so when I brought it up I didn’t want to lodge it as a complaint but that cleaning schedules are missing a service user area. It’s literally next to three other toilets which I have seen cleaners attend. They apologised and said it doesn’t get used often as you need to have a radar key, but they’ll bring it up to facilities management.

It was awkward for me as I overthink social interactions when I am out and using my mobility aids. But i’m proud that I spoke up and hope it’s better when I attend my next class.

TLDR: disabled shower room was unsanitary and told staff it needed cleaning. Lame excuse about it not being used often from staff, but hopeful it starts getting cleaned regularly so I can use it next time.

Just sold most of my leftover stash of weed products to a friend. They plan to buy the rest later. Bank account is happier (the bar is very low). It’s actually been much easier than I thought it would be. I’m also not eating sugar nearly as much because I don’t get the munchies. This was a good call

Today I have asked my crush for his number! I can’t believe I did it! I really did it! I am unbelievably proud of myself because this was also the first time ever I asked for someone’s number like this. This was at work and we are both students (workplace is required for our majors) and we also go to the same school but we have never met until two weeks or so ago. At the beginning I didn’t see him much but I did start noticing that every time he is looking for something in my department he asks me to help him. But I really really hope we get closer because it’s his last year of school and I still have three more to go. I am so insanely excited for the future.

At work my coworkers have been teasing me about it that I was too scared to ask for his number and eventually my manager told me to go and ask him for his number “You’re a brave Fae! Go and get his number, we are excited for you! Go get it!” And so off I went. I ran around the whole store until I found him and managed to ask him for his number. First I told my coworkers and I was congratulated then after changing and shift ending as I said I told my manager about it in response she said “That’s so awesome! Good job now go home and celebrate! Good luck Fae!”

I was having a shit day but this was what turned it around.

This has taken so much courage of me to do I’m surprised I didn’t say anything stupid when asking for his number.

I am still feeling guilty, but someone asked me for a favor which I could have done, but didn’t want to. (They just wanted me to sell them something for cheaper than it already was.) Normally I would be like, “yea that’s fine,” or “no, I’m really sorry but I’ll help you in some other way.” But I said “no” and didn’t give any explanation. It was hard!

Im 27f and I quit my part time job and now im fully doing what i love!

Special thanks to my beautiful supportive girlfriend!

Also thanks to the people who dm'd me you guys are so sweet! <3

I'm struggling with an eating disorder and today had an appointment to discuss help options because I can't do it alone anymore, it went really well and now we're working on getting into an outpatient ED clinic ☺️

It was really hard but I'm happy with the results :) and nobody is mad at me!!

I finished chemo and multiple surgeries (which resulted in complete removal of my tumor!), and I'm currently a week away from being done radiation. That's not even why I felt compelled to write here lol

The exciting part is that I got to host girls night at my place for the first time in almost a year since my cancer diagnosis!

I made my apartment look cute, I cooked, I made everyone fancy cocktails (and equivalent mocktails for me!). And best part, even though cancer treatment's no. 1 symptom is fatigue, I was able to stay up, laughing with my friends until 2 a.m., and even had the energy to go to to the farmers market the next morning with them!

I know that seems like nothing, but for me it was such a huge accomplishment! I proved to myself that I'm not gonna let my life end with my diagnosis, which was my biggest fear (besides, you know, actually dying lol)

Even though I still look like a cancer patient (no hair, no eyelashes and generally just sickly looking), it was the first time since starting treatment that I felt like maybe the old me is still somewhere in here. Mixed in with a better, newer me. And I'm actually looking forward to the future again! :)

You can read more about it in my history, but TL; DR is: My boyfriend died suddenly on May 15th. So far today, I haven’t cried. I may have teared up, but that’s it!

And I even ate real food once and took my morning meds!

I’m a minor, so it was definitely hard especially since it runs in my family. i was so addicted so im very proud. the only reason i was able to do it was because of starting track and field.

I 14YOF, met this girl at a theater camp I'm going to. She's really sweet, pretty and funny and we just started dating. I have never before been in a relationship, so I'm smiling constantly because she's such a sweetheart and I can't believe this is happening.

Obviously this is not serious because we're both minors, we're both just trying this out.

i’ve been vaping for almost 6 years and i just recently quit for good. i’m proud of myself. i thought i couldn’t quit after previously trying to quit dozens of times :’) my lungs feel amazing. lol

I smoked a pack a day for a decade starting in my teens until I got pregnant with my son. Obviously I quit for his health. I relapsed pretty soon after his birth while dealing with pretty severe postpartum depression and some personal life problems. A little over a month ago I decided I was done. I didn't want my child to grow up seeing me do that and normalizing it. I didn't want to expose him to third hand smoke no matter how hard I tried to prevent it by changing my clothes and washing my hands,arms,and face after every cigarette. I wanted to be healthier for him. My mom died before I could even legally drink. Not directly from cigarettes but she couldn't get a surgery that she needed to save her life unless she quit, which she refused to do. I didn't want to increase my risk of dying early over some stupid addiction I picked up from a dumb teenage mistake.

I tried to quit off and on for years. Cold turkey, switching to vaping to wean off, weaning off in general, chewing gum, nicotine replacements, using suckers until my mouth was sore, etc. My smoking has always been linked to stress. That's the biggest craving trigger for me. As a teen/young adult my sister or my ex would purposely stress me out to get me to start again since they didn't want me to while they kept smoking. If I'm being honest a part of me didn't want to quit since it was a way for me to "manage" my stress (it wasn't actually). I kept at it even after breaking up with ex/moving away from home cause I thought I never would be able to quit. That it was pointless.

It's been hard, but I've stuck to it. The hardest day happened just a few days ago. I was on a trip with extended family when my sister got me alone after hearing I had quit, purposely tried to upset me, then offered me a cigarette while saying "We both know you're just going to start again. Everytime I quit I end up smoking. Here."

I didn't take it. I wanted to so bad. She has that effect on me. I wanted to even after I left the trip early due to not wanting to be around her. I had to talk myself into not stopping at a gas station the entire ride home. Hours of internally fighting myself reminding myself that my son wasn't even 3 feet from me in the backseat. That I had to do better for him. That I can't let her get a rise out of me. That I refuse to give in. That I want to be healthier if not for my own sake then for my family's. That I hate how they smell and taste. That it's a waste of money. I've been putting every cent I would've spent on cigarettes into a trust fund for my son :)

I had the laparoscopic band (lap-band) put around the upper section of my stomach in 2012. I didn't know then all the things I know now. I am an emotional eater, and I literally found that out on July 5, 2024. My band failed to help me because I didn't understand my problem. I understand now that I have some work to do on my mental health.

As for healthy eating, it's going to take some adjustment on my part. I became unable to eat healthy proteins like chicken breasts. The food would get stuck in the band, and I would have to go puke it up. I'm excited to be able to eat the things I should have been able to eat and wasn't able to.

I'm proud I was finally able to get my band removed today! I'm thankful I'm home. Thank you for reading!

I know it’s normal adult stuff, but man, I’m proud of myself.

Working in healthcare, it’s been easy to prioritize others over myself and push my needs to the back burner- but I realize now that I can’t give my patients the best care if I’m not taking good care of myself!

Feeling: accomplished 😎❤️

I was at the shop and a woman in front of me was about to pay for her stuff, but she dropped some of it, so I helped her pick it up.

She needed to replace some of her stuff, so she told me I could go before her. I asked if she was sure and she said yeah. I said thanks and paid for my stuff.

As I was leaving, her and this guy she was with said thank you and I told them they're welcome.

I’ve had sesamoiditis (inflammation of the sesamoid bones under the big toe) since April and it has been MISERABLE. I dislocate easily due to a potential connective tissue disorder, and from the x rays it looks like one of my sesamoids is out of place.

It has been so painful to the point it is incredibly difficult to walk, and I’ve tried so many different treatments. Like seriously, I’ve been through like $100 of felt dancers pads, taken meloxicam for swelling, been put in a medical slide, and been put in a boot and nothing has been helping.

But, I’ve been working on strengthening the muscles in my feet, as well as wearing barefoot shoes and toe spacers, and my pain has improved by about 60%! Plus, today, I got the reusable gel dancers pads I ordered in the mail, and as soon as I put them on my pain while walking was almost gone!

This whole time I have been so bummed out because I’ve wanted to play roller derby for years, but I have always been injured during fresh meat. Now, I can finally go for the whole time without having to drop out and hopefully get on the team!! Aaaaa I’m so excited :)

i struggle with depression and alcohol does not help. i've known this fact for a few months but have struggled to commit to changing the habit. it's one of the few changes i am trying to make to better my mental.

i am proud to say i am 2 weeks sober today. every single day has been hard, especially because i want relief from the insane negative emotions i have been feeling about myself regarding shame, fear and a sense of purposelessness.

a lot of the people i know still use drugs/alcohol to escape/numb so i don't really have anyone to share with that would understand. i was thinking about attending some AA meetings just for the extra support. think its a good idea?

I need to know what to expect next year.

Tonight's walk took an unexpected turn. I went for a walk to enjoy the stunning sunset, and later, a friendly pup chased after me to give me kisses. Thankfully I am a dog person, so I stopped to say hello until her owner caught up.

That brief detour likely saved my life (or at least saved me from some expensive hospital bills) because a few minutes later a driver sped by (likely intoxicated) and drove onto the sidewalk several feet in front of me, right where I would have been walking.

I’m very grateful for my unexpected furry guardian angel this evening. 🐶🙏