We moved from a 16m2 room to a 55m2 appartment.

It’s still way smaller and actually too small for us to keep our hobby income going, compared to our old 120m house that had a lower rent.

But hey, it’s something i guess.

Got blitzed out of my mind on ecstasy and mushrooms and wrote some passionate emails which got me a full scholarship

Living as an openly gay man. It felt like I was finally able to breathe

Transitioning 🏳️‍⚧️

That’s a long list but here’s a few things.

• Going to therapy.
• Being willing to forgive and make peace with my dad.
• Seeking medical treatment for my ADHD.
• Getting a septoplasty. (Who knew being able to breathe through you nose was so great.)
• Divorcing my first wife, who is a truly awful person.
• Saying yes to a date with my (now) wife, who is an awesome person.
• Learning to love myself just the way I am.
• Taking an active role in managing my finances.

I love this question, super interesting to think about. I feel very lucky that it’s hard for me to pick one, between meeting my fiancée (she makes my life better in every way), getting on adhd meds (a lot more things about life make sense now), or getting my job (since it’s made me grow into a completely different, more capable person). Sometimes it’s easy to get caught up in the negative thoughts, so thank you.

If you don’t mind sharing, what about moving out has helped you? I’m sure there’s as many different ways as there are people who would answer similarly, increased independence, escaping the power imbalance, having to grow as an adult, and so on

Said screw it and moved to Korea.

I was incredibly lucky and met a Korean in school, so I was able to get all the info I needed about what to expect. I’ve been here 3 years now, sure I miss my family and friends but I’ve been granted a new life.

To anyone who thinks their life sucks: move. Everyone has an excuse, but at the end of the day you’ll either stay where you are until you die, or you’ll go somewhere new.

Meeting my spouse. They make me want to be a better person.

Well, I can’t kill myself until my cat dies because he doesn’t like other people and I don’t want him to have a sad life. Some people would consider that a good thing.

I know this is going to sound strange.

I killed myself. Or rather, I tried to kill myself. I mean, I did kill myself, but then I was still alive, in a new universe. My memories from the previous universe survived when I woke up here.

It made me realize that I literally cannot escape. Even through death.

That has given me a sort of “burned my ships” commitment to life that has made me truly alive. I also realized that all other humans are also trapped in a quantum immortality situation that will last for eternity as far as I can tell, so my level of caring and compassion for others has also increased.

I know it sounds totally fucked, but by realizing that I literally cannot die, it made me realize how important every moment is. Because every choice is a seed of eternity. The value of doing things right just went infinite for me, and I’ve never been happier, more productive, more generous, more committed to doing things right.

Getting my dogs.

By luck: meeting my husband online in a random forum. Self explanatory.

By choice: getting top surgery (a double mastectomy). What a literal and figurative weight off my chest! Being able to just walk outside without wrestling into a binder or being worried about if people noticed my chest was such a game changer. You don’t realize what a gift it is to be able to get up and go outside on a whim until you can’t do it.

Got lucky as an early investor in crypto which has allowed me to feel more secure in taking on debt to purchase a home

Meeting my kid’s mother

Getting sober

It allowed me to actually sort through all of my mental health problems and confront myself on who I was and who I wanted to be

Not to mention how much my physical health has improved

It was honestly the hardest thing I’ve done as well given that I started drinking when I was 12.

I’ve been sober now for 6 years