I’ve saved a few dozen kids (that I know of) from genital mutilation. I’m pretty happy with that, but it’s not exactly watercooler conversation.

I repainted the kitchen wall, fixed the stove, removed soot marks from everything and even got the burned pot cleaned after setting an accidental fire. My parents still don’t know. I was 14 :)

I am still alive despite the depression, suicidal thoughts, and psychotic episodes. Don’t take just existing for granted.

I got past decades-long depression and am mostly unaffected by PTSD by taking psilocybin mushrooms and working on myself.

I can’t pick. So some highlights/vents:

Went from “I’m scared to open my PC” to knowing from how to mount one entirely from stratch in 4 days purely because my desktop didn’t boot after I made several changes to it. In each of these 4 days I woke up with joy, because I would learn something new even if I was failing miserably and my hands were covered in a dozen tiny cuts from the sharp metallic frame. Risked bricking my BIOS, rushed for stores to get a battery and a beeper before they closed up until Monday, a real adventure.

As an almost-failed CS student who gaslighted myself in “I’m not good with the subject and I don’t like it”, it was pretty ecstatic to see not only I grasped the concepts with ease, but I also had an underlying love for it without the pressure of the rigid academic system. I very casually was reading things I wouldn’t have guessed I could understand before the entire process started. In the classroom, even something like the order of boot was seen as difficult. On my house, I self-taught myself that in 2 minutes just by reading the fucking fluxogram in Wikipedia.

It is rather minor, and not heroic like most, but it was a rather hard switch between “I’m doomed to be a closeted hikikomori living with my narcissistic family until I give up and kill myself or go live in the street” and “there is hope, there is something I like doing, there is something I’m good at, my father was wrong, the incel bullies who scared me were wrong, I should stop carrying the burdens of bitter losers who raped my brilliance in order to feed their ego”

My most heroic one probably was in middle school. I made friends with this girl I really didn’t had much in common and who annoyed me sometimes, but she was very lonely and I was her only friend. I was there whenever she needed, and also every single day. It’s not a single act, but it was the entire year of just being there for company, hanging out with her sometimes, hearing her out. We parted ways when she changed schools the year after, though she made friends in the new school and seemed much happier. So whenever I feel like an unlikeable monster I just too, remember, I probably saved her life back then (she was deeply depressed with multiple suicide attempts).

I was able to reassemble my own pc, and get it working nicely after it messed up. I was so stressed I would break something. But I didn’t, and the difference in speed was crazy. I figured out that there were airflow problems, and there was so much dust.

Not sure if number 1 proudest, but today I’m proud of the large patch of invasive plant species that I destroyed by hand (no chemicals), and replaced with native species.

I’m building a platform for language learners. It agregates information about words from several webpages and keep tracks of words you’ve searched and gives you the option to test yourself, add comments on a word, and there is also the option for you to track other users and give them tips.

It works well, even if a bit ugly, and I have only shared it with my GF.

A Playboy Playmate of the Month once asked ME out on a date.