Hey Pandas, What Was The Day You Were Most Proud Of Yourself? (Closed)

Last month, the 4th of August. This day, it's been a year since i last self-harmed. It was really hard to finally stop physically hurt myself, and sometimes my scars are burning a little. But i'm still here, and there are not new scars on my arms.

Today because I stayed alive

I was paralyzed after giving birth to my son. My neurologist/orthopedic surgeon who had done a L4 surgery 4 years earlier came to see me briefly. Said I'd probably be like this for the rest of my life. Hmm...nice, right? I've always been a believer in self improvement and was determined to prove him wrong. No other doctor would see me due to a small town (mostly burned off the map during the Camp Fire) idea of fear of lawsuits.
Every day, I visualized myself improving. I had my newborn to nurse, my 27 month old daughter to take care of & a new home moved into 1 day prior to son's birth. By month 2 I was up on a walker, , but a full year before all symptoms gone.
I went on to become an EMT/FIREFIGHTER for 14 years, divorced, raised 2 amazing people successful in their chosen careers & still believe in self visualizing practices.

The day I finally told my parents about being abused as a child and teen. Took 22 years but I did it.

Oğlumun doğduğu gün, onu kucağıma aldığımda.

In November 2017 I was brutally attacked by my intimate partner and spent two weeks in intensive care. On January 11, 2018 I ran my first marathon! It wasn’t fast and it wasn’t pretty but it was all mine!!! And it was a huge step in remembering who the f’ I am!!!

This will sound so stupid next to the others but, I'm finally confident and happy in my own body. My skin colour, ethnicity, religion, weight, height, I love it all. The day I realized this was when an extremely entitled group of girls in my class were talking about me. I heard my name (I'm the only one with this name in our ENTIRE SCHOOL) so I asked them what they were talking about. They said, and I quote "We were just talking about how ugly you are" I couldn't believe my ears so I asked again to make sure. They repeated themselves with no shame whatsoever and I felt myself burning up. I had actual flames in my eyes and I said " Oh I'm sorry, I don't agree" even they were startled at how I stood up to them (that's never been done before) They apologized and just told me they liked my confidence. I've never been happier Alhamdulillah!!😊

This is easy. It is a much longer story, but I was in France on a cycling tour with my husband (he was a rider, and my overweight butt was in the support van taking in the sites). I had promised to meet him in a village before the top of a particular mountain, and we would either walk up the short distance or stay in the village. Long story short, the van had to go a different way, roads closed, and they could not drive to the village. They radioed to his group that I would meet him at the top, and I walked the 10 miles to the top of the mountain. I was hot, exhausted, probably also dehydrated from not carrying enough water or having access to more. At the top, I couldn't find the tent in the very large, loud crowd. And yet somehow I managed to hear him calling my name as he walked along the route calling my name. We both went to extraordinary efforts that day to keep a simple promise of "see you at the top". It's what keeps me going some days.

Going through sheer hell on my final study year at art college, yet still nailing a decent grade and doing a good end-of-term gallery. I figured if I could do all that while going through a divorce, a house move and moving to an entirely new town I could cope with just about anything

I survived math class today (I’m 14)

Completing the London Marathon. It was really hot that day which made it a lot harder but I did it.

I was most proud when I received a call from my teacher upon graduating O levels. ( The surprise was when I reached there and my teachers told me to stand with the highest achievers)

The day I told my "crack" dealer, NO.
And, stuck to it! 15 years clean.

When i was born because someone auctually wanted me.

When I was pregnant with my youngest son, in 1987, I read the book Silent Knife, which spoke of the horrors of hospital births. Although I was afraid I wouldn't be strong enough to go through with it, I hired midwives and gave birth at home, surrounded by my family. It was a long, difficult birth but we stuck it out and I felt like Superwoman when they handed my baby to me.

I went to a camp recently since then I've really started introducing myself with my preferred name/pronouns. I'm just really proud of myself because before then I would either freeze or give the easy answer (which makes me uncomfortable). I know I have my friends to thank for this but I'm still proud that I've been starting to do it on my own without them to back me up. It's less the day I was most proud of myself and more why I've been proud of myself most recently but I feel it still counts. Next step, coming out to my teachers and getting my name changed on the register :3

Oo ,telling people I was raped,took 2 years :/

I made first chair in the district honor band. Still super proud of that.

I'm OLD and this was years ago. My abusive mother was harassing me about "giving her grandchildren." I just looked at her and responded with, "The cycle of abuse stops with me." She never said another word to me about the issue.

The day I got President in one of my clubs in high school. I'm a shy, unpopular person who never tried out for things like that and I didn't think I would get it because there were some popular kids in the class. Not to mention it was my first year at that school and no one knew me, plus I had to do a speech and I am afraid of public speaking. But because I was president of the club I got to go to Washington D.C and met the Governor of our state. 3 years later and I am still so proud of myself.