What are you the proudest of that you also hide from the world?

for me: surviving my assault and making it through. i havent told anyone in my life cause idk how to talk about it

This account, lol

I've been sober for two weeks but am hiding that fact from everyone around me because I don't want to let them down if I fail.

The battles I won that no one even knew I was fighting.

My bank balance.

The little creative projects I do just for myself even if no one ever sees them. It’s like my private win that keeps me going without needing validation.

For me is writing 2 novels that I might never publish.

taught myself to code when i was like 14 and built a whole inventory system for my dads small business. he still uses it lol. never told anyone because it sounds so nerdy but honestly its probably the thing im most proud of

I bought a house when I turned 22, after being practically homeless since the age of 14-19. I feel very lucky and grateful for the safety I have created for myself and I understand how fortunate I am, but I also know that I worked hard to get here.. so I am proud.

Being the top 10 in uno. Super geeky but I am very proud.

It's dumb to brag about helping homeless people but I got my CPR cert for a reason. The one that sticks out the most to me is when I met a homeless pregnant woman. I saw her a year later doing far better and still using the backpack I gave her. I was so proud of her in that moment and of course proud of myself for stepping up since that's the kind of person I want to be

Saved a mans life at a railway track. Never told anyone except my father

Fighting and pushing back the mental static on the daily

I am writing a fanfiction with an actual plot I've plotted out. I have a Playlist. I am excited. It is one of those silly things in the longrun that doesn't matter. But it makes me proud of myself and matters to me.

Im a window shopper

My generosity, I don't show it often cuz people confuse it with weakness.

My kids

Ay, no sé... 🥺 siento que soy un desastre la verdad

I'm 2 years sober. My family and a few close friends know how much I was drinking but I don't tell people unless they need to know. Sometimes people see the disease of addiction as a moral failure and I don't want the judgement.

I’m proud that I’m a (semi) well adjusted independent, self reliant adult who helps other people for a living. I haven’t talked to my mom for 35 years because she’s a psychopath who hated me and made my life completely miserable the first 17 years of my life. My dad is a pathetic codependent coward who married an another narcissist one year after my mom left him. And there was a lot of sexual abuse in my childhood. Looking at me, talking to me, being a client of mine at my business, you would never know the hell I came from- or that the last time I saw my brother three years ago, he punched me in the face. I called the nonemergency police number and file a police report and they weren’t interested in pursuing any charges. Not many people know that. I’m starting to think that holding it all this in for decades it’s not going to work out well for me. But for right now, I’m a little bit proud of how far I’ve come 100% on my own.

This might sound silly, but it's the first one that popped into my head. I was driving down a fast twisty road with loads of blind corners, when I passed an old car on the opposite side driving probably 50mph below the speed limit (likely a car issue) up a hilly blind bend. Shortly down the road a person having a driving lesson was travelling pretty fast closing in on this blind car very quickly. I put on my hazards and the instructor slammed on the brakes which certainly saved them from an accident, as the slow car was not visible to them yet. The instructor pointed to my car probably as a lesson to the learner to heed my warning, then he stuck his thumb up at me. As I'm writing this its definitely too long winded and boring a story I'm not even sure why I'm posting it, but I hope it taught one learner driver something new, and also saved two cars from a certain accident.

My wife

Washing my hair lol

Pushing through to the other side of some major battles with PTSD after a sexual assault. I worked hard to get through. Did therapy. Took the meds. Told a few people closest to me. But that was a different chapter, 22 years ago. And most of the people in my life now don’t have any idea of the battles I fought and won.

I have a large AI music channel. Several songs have already gone viral, talking about mental health, recovering from trauma, simplicity in life, etc. I love that people message me about how the positive messaging I write made a difference in their lives, but I also have a lot of friends who hate AI with a passion. Because I don't want to give people a reason to hate me, very few people in my social circles know about it.

My self harm scars are finally faded and there haven’t been new ones in a long time.

I’ve been disabled and mentally ill (bipolar II and anxiety disorder) for my entire adult life. Still here, still fighting. It’s so tempting to just… stop. But I don’t. My therapist is the only one who knows just how tired I am of the constant battle. How much effort and willpower it takes to keep going.

Making it out of a family of addiction and loss; my whole live u till I turned 17 was trash my pops committed a sewer slide on the first day of 7th grade woke up and went to wake him up for a ride and when I opened the door I saw the new paint job he did with his brains; haunts me still have nightmares terrors, mom always in and out of prison cuz of fraud and drugs, foster homes where I was abused and beaten. Finally found the woman of my dreams and settled down in a small town on 6 acres with a two bedroom and a pond on the property, have been enjoying watching the geese come back around this time every year; have babies and leave till next year. Thankful I worked hard to be able to be happy now.

I’m a recovering heroin addict. I’ve been sober 20 months and my life has done a complete 180. I now have a very good paying, professional job. I refuse to tell anyone there because I don’t want them to think of me differently

Not killing myself at 25 like I promised myself for a decade. I managed to get professional help before then and am doing a lot better and loving life now at 29. It’s a major thing for me, but I don’t think I’ve brought it up to anyone besides my psychologist and psychiatrist at the time.

acting as a child, sitcoms and commercials. I enjoyed it.

Been battling depression and suicidal thoughts for 5-6 years, more than 10 hospitalizations and also did ECT. I think I can finally say that I’m in a good place mentally

So many. I just feel no one would care or believe me anyway.

My hobby of doing math, physics and chemistry problems for the fun of it.

I continued to talk to my ex for almost a year, found out he left me for the girl he told me not to worry about (his best friend lmao) and had lied to me saying they weren’t together. During this year, we’d sent n****, flirted, he admitted to saving them to a locked folder, etc. So I find out he’s basically cheating on her and continue to talk to him while collecting screenshots, and he had no clue I was only talking to him to let her know what he had been doing. I also put some through chat GPT- before y’all flame me, it was to make conversations we literally already had, I just didn’t have access to the chats anymore. So it’s nothing that hadn’t been done lmao. Anyway, I sent her about 50 screenshots of n****, flirting, and a little touch of spice- him asking to link up. A fake chat, but I’ve been in love with an abuser too and sometimes it takes more than n**** to leave someone you love. She broke up with him immediately. I didn’t block him and got to enjoy the hundreds of very angry messages he sent me.

That thing… that I also hide from Listnook.

I produce electronic music. The quality has excelled in recent years but I never truly pursue to promote my music. There is a whole library of unreleased music that only I know of and I know others would love it, too.

Nothing I'd reveal.

I am a stone cold genius.

Literally everything

I’m a 4th Dan black belt and mention it to no one. No really intentionally, just never comes up in conversation. Edit: I’m pretty damn proud of my kids too, but I don’t hide it very well.

Switching careers from nurse to web developer while working as a nurse and not having a CS degree

Fellatio lol

Struggling forward in hardships without ever retreating.

i haven’t relapsed into my eating disorder in 2 years. nobody even knows i had one, they just thought i got sick for a while.

When I was in middle school, a local chapter of Mensa wrote my parents a letter asking them to let me join. They didn't take me because of various reasons. I don't know what my IQ is, but that request has given me confidence for decades. When I feel dumb, I remind myself that I'm not. I'm just unfamiliar right then.

I have been getting much better at managing my anxiety and depression.

I see dead people all the time lol jk

How good I've gotten at kink, both as a Top/Domme and a bottom/sub.

What I do for a living. It feels weird to talk about it, so I don't.

I secretly send money to support my father whose business failed. My father supported me for my education and career and he means the world to me. Hide this from my wife and everyone else.

The sheer size of my tactical flashlight and laser collection. Most people just see a 'flashlight', but I've spent years curating the absolute perfect beam profiles for different camping scenarios. I keep it quiet because people instantly assume you're some crazy doomsday prepper, but honestly, I just really love the tech and optics behind a perfect throw.

I think only one or two people in my life would think this at all of me, but I know I'm resilient. I know I have courage. I'm proud I haven't let the world or circumstances or any of the pain and disappointment I've known harden my soul. I still am willing to try, still willing to believe that no matter how many times I lose true contentment and peace, I'll always find it again. 🩵

Getting through the day when im not feeling well.

In sixth grade I was voted third most likely to be president

I don't really hide it, but I don't feel the need to talk about my research and publications to anyone.