I found this subreddit and it’s perfect for my sister. I lived with her for 16 years and had to babysit her (despite being younger) for all of those (we are both adults now so she’s on her own). Let me go down the list of some of her greatest hits:

She got MRSA because the house she was living in ran out of toilet paper and thought the next best thing to use was the BATHROOM CLEANING SPONGE
A few years prior to that incident she got a very infection downstairs because once again ran out of toilet paper and thought it would be okay to use a wash cloth…. Which is fine once but she used the same one continually so she wouldn’t have to buy more toilet paper
She got her drivers license confiscated at a chuck E. cheese because she went to get a gift card there and they asked if she was there to pick up a kid (she has no kids), she panicked and said yes for some reason and they said they needed her id until she returned with her kid and showed them a code. She obviously had no code and wandered aimlessly for a bit, panicked when someone asked her if she needed help, and then ran out while crying. She never got the id back.
She somehow got s**t on the ceilings when she had diarrhea
She complimented someone’s shirt and they jokingly said “thanks you can have it” and she then asked “so should we go to the bathroom and trade?” And the girl looked horrified.
There’s more but this is all I can think of for now. She recognizes that she does weird things and always prefaces her stories with “So I did something really embarrassing today”

One of my high school classmates came from a conservative Evangelical household and it showed. She was very involved with the Christian club on campus and wanted to attend a big Bible college in the South. She was also really homophobic.

Somewhere between graduation and now, she got married young. Her husband turned out to be an abusive POS. She left the marriage with their kid and moved back to the PNW and got a job.

Then she met her now-wife and now works for a pro-LGBTQ+ Christian fellowship while raising their kids. Oh, and she posts a lot of pictures of their chickens on Instagram.

For six years, I had constant severe heel pain that made me disabled. I walked with crutches. I had to carefully plan every walking route I took, often I couldn't make it through a Walmart trip without needing to stop and rest on the floor. I never took my textbooks to class with me because a couple textbooks worth of weight would make it hard to get through the day. At home I would often walk on my knees or crawl on the floor. Most of the time when I could go no further kind people would help me walk. But sometimes I was just left there on the ground. Saw many different doctors, they mostly thought it was plantar fasciitis, but no treatment seemed to work.

Suddenly, one of the doctors got it right--it was a rare nerve disorder called tarsal tunnel syndrome not unlike carpal tunnel. He diagnosed it by having a guy inject painkiller directly into the suspected nerve tube. First time in six years I felt no pain. Soon I got surgery and once my foot healed I was amazed that I had basically no more mobility limitations. I went from struggling to make it through my daily activities to dancing for hours at a wedding. This surgery coincided with my university graduation and I was able to get many seasonal jobs one after the other and do biological fieldwork like I had always dreamed of. I tromped through marshes, hiked through deserts, camped in forests, all things that would be totally impossible before.

It really was a complete 180. It felt like a miracle honestly. Now I always appreciate my health and whenever I see someone mobility impaired from age or anything I greatly empathize with them.

I was raised in foster care after parents died. Emancipated at 17. 6 months later I was waiting in county jail to go serve 3 years in Texas prison. Got out and turned everything around. Made 200k last year and love my life.

My buddy, 10 years ago he was addicted to Xanax, stealing from me to buy more, OD'd at least twice but somehow didn't die. Finally gets arrested for stealing and is given the choice of 1 year in jail or to do the d**g rehab program which lasts for a year, he decided to do the rehab program. He did very well, I was the only person there for him as he went through it, and we became friends again. He got back into school, completed his bachelor's, he's now at a great university about to complete his master's in biology and will continue on to complete his PhD.

Kid I went to high school with was one of those young republicans, always going to church, and even scored a 100% conservative rating on a political party association survey we all took. It had been 6 years before I last heard he had been bisexual through college and attended pride parades and was advocating for Hillary for president.

Guy was single into his late 30's, had a great corporate career, got married, sold his house, and started a family all in 18 months. A few weeks after his daughter starts crawling, he goes to pick her up and ruptures 2 discs in his lower back. Has surgery, comes out in worse pain than before the surgery and develops clots in legs. Ends up having a pulmonary embolism which he barely survives only to be put on large quantities of opiates for pain. Out of work for 2.5 years, can't keep a job, tries to k*ll himself on way to work one morning and his engine stalls which must have flipped a switch. After 7 years of opiates, he detoxes at home by himself, gets clean, finds a job and has been sober since. Fwd 10 years, he ruptures another disc and now needs fusion surgery and will do so without taking any opiates. Please say a prayer, I need all the help I can get.

From my own experiences :

Going back about 12-13 years ago got married (Indian culture), wasn’t happy but went along with it

Started great then the verbal assaults began. Soon turned physical (her to me), but I never raised my hand.

Went into a slow downward spiral of heavy drinking every day after work - spending up to 6-7 hours in the pub just to get away from being home.

Lasted about 2-3 years. Finally bit the bullet and moved out, staying with friends and doing overnight shifts

Family didn’t wanna know me as I’d “disrespected the family name” by going through a divorce.

The drinking got worse, I’d subsequently lost my job as a result and legit felt there was no way out.

Then … Low and behind a friend of the family reached out. She was living on rent and offered to take me in (speaking with her landlord who accepted)

Moved to the other side of London, got myself a job starting from scratch - done my best to stay off alcohol.

Fast forward 10 years - now teetotal, married (again) for 7 years, got a 4 year old son and two dogs - and a homeowner.

It was my 23rd birthday. I was 300 pounds and tired of life. I asked for a gastric sleeve, got the family support, went through the process on my own and now im 24, at around 226 pounds, and going for my Krav Maga green belt on Saturday. Still not at goal but way better. I'm still depressed though.

I knew a friend who was a quiet librarian who spent her days surrounded by books and her evenings alone at home. She decided to join a local improv group just to try something new and within a few months discovered a natural talent for comedy that ignited a passion she never knew she had. Fast forward two years, and she had quit her job, moved to LA, and landed a spot as a writer on a popular comedy show.

My sister. She had a string of bad boyfriends in high school and one of them got her into d***s. She married a guy after knowing him for 8 days. He was an abusive a*****e who abandoned her so she turned to her dealer who she married after her divorce from guy #1. They had a kid and got busted selling d***s and storing them under the baby crib. Kid got taken by the state. Sister and husband went to jail. Sister realized she f****d up. Sister vows to make a change. She goes to rehab and goes through every step she needed to get her kid back. Junkie husband won't change. Sister gets pregnant with kid #2 but leaves him before kid #2 is born. They get divorced. She stays clean, remarried to an amazing guy, lands a good job and has another kid. 19 years sober. I'm so f*****g proud of her.

My mom used to be a holocaust denier. I couldn't accept this. I took her to the holocaust museum, had her talk with Rabbis, and introduced her to lots of Jewish people. She has spent a lot of time with the Jewish community. She did a complete 180, now she can't believe it only happened once.

My high school gym teacher went from being a health nut and bodybuilder to a professional pastry chef. One day he just decided he was tired of bench presses and protein shakes, went to culinary school, and now he runs one of the best bakeries in town. The dude gained like 50 pounds but swears he's never been happier.

I can only speak for myself. I was 13 years old, overweight, sick all the time, prone to violent outbursts (mimicking my biological father), and actively researching the most painless and foolproof methods for ending my life.

I started running. At first, I could only make it a couple of hundred feet. My ankles felt like they'd burst into flames. But I leaned into the pain, because it felt like something other than despair. I kept running. Within a year, I was fit, swore off violence, and found several compelling reasons to live. And I got hopped up on bananas and Diet Coke and ran 13 miles one afternoon like it was nothing.

I've fallen back into the pit several times in my life, but I always claw my way out toward the light. Running has always been the fulcrum. I'd be dead without it.

My brother spent his late teens and mid-twenties being a lying, thieving, directionless bum who flunked out of college despite being extremely bright. Then one day he just decided enough was enough, a switch flipped in his brain or something, and he went back to school for electrical engineering, graduated one of the top of his class, and has a stable, well-paying career. And his relationship with the family has never been better. I couldn’t be more proud of him.

ONE TIME someone did the pay it forward in the McDonald’s line in front of me. One. Time. That moment stuck with me so much (I was living in my car and 17 at the time) that for the past decade I have not stopped doing it when I can. I forgot to for a while. Maybe a year. I was “busy” so something in my gut said “just leave the change for the next person” last time I hit the drive thru. Man. I never look back for reactions but this time I did and this man (BIG MAN) had this beaming smile and I swear, I just hope I had a big smile like that when it first happened to me cuz those people deserved to see that. I was full of joy and so was he and it was a wonderful moment. We should all keep paying it forward every day even in the small ways.

May 2005 I was driving from Atlanta to Chattanooga. Car in front of me was pulling a trailer. A wheel came off and got lodged under my car. I was on the interstate and my car started spinning. My car went backwards down a hill until it hit a tree.

A woman who had seen it happen pulled over and ran down to my car to get me. She’d seen sparks under my car. It hadn’t rained recently and she risked her own safety to help me get out of my car. My door wouldn’t open, so I had to crawl out the passenger door. My shoe had come off and she told me, “Forget the shoe!” When we got to the road, she hugged me as I cried.

I wish I’d gotten her name. I’ve never forgotten her and like to think of her as my guardian angel.