Inspired Stories

Nostalgia.

Story inspiration:

When you pick up an old book and remember the exact period of your life you were in when you read it.

Person this comes from: jbryderauthor on TikTok.

Authors note: 

This isn't exactly like the other story I wrote 3 days ago. It's more like a little look into my life and the type of stuff I read when I was younger.

Enjoy the story anyway though.

I was in 5th grade and had just gotten a book during class that I could keep. I was happy because I really liked books. They took me on adventures, made me laugh, taught me new things. But this book felt different. This book taught me that there are going to be bad people in your life, who will do bad things to you and the people you love but you have to be able to fight back. Even when you think they're nice, there's some sort of hidden evil within them.

This story was about a dog, and that dog was named Bailey. Every time I read that book I could feel every emotion that Bailey and everyone else were having. It was amazing, it brought so much joy to me. The sad thing is that was about I wanna say almost 5 years ago. I still have the book but every day I seem to grow more and more out of the feelings I once felt for that book.

I'm so glad that book was given to me, I feel that without it I wouldn't have felt happy. 5th grade got tougher and because I had that book I was able to ignore the rumors about me. And ignore all the people who chose to avoid me because of me. I continued growing with that book next to me and later got more books just like Bailey. The next book I got was with another dog named Molly. 

From that book, I learned that sometimes even the worst decision could be one of the best ones ever. It reminded me that I could make one of the worst decisions ever, and it might turn out to be the best one ever. My siblings and I took my parents with us to the book fair and I just saw the book sitting there. I picked it up and showed it to them, we didn't have a lot of money but my parents still bought my siblings and me one book from the fair. It was a nice memory, we eventually left and went to go take the bus home.

I couldn't put it down on the bus. I even offered to let my older brother read the book once I was done with it. I felt exactly how I felt the moment I first got Bailey's story. I was happy once again, and with nothing to affect my mood, I made it home and sat in my room reading it. I eventually got another book. This time it was a dog named Shelby, Shelby was a dog meant to act in a movie. She didn't really get a choice but being innocent she did it anyway.

What I learned from that book is you could do anything and not have a choice, and it could be the best thing ever to have happened to you, or you can have a choice and let it be the worst thing ever to happen to you. And it was great because I got to discover that I wanted to be a writer. I didn't want to always be a writer before I wanted to be like the president or just like someone famous, and I don't think I would have discovered that I wanted to be a writer until I read the book. I didn't get the book until like 6th grade I think, and with its help, I got to read it over and over and over again and it inspired me to be great. And then when COVID came all I had was these three books, just these books and my thoughts, i want things got tough I read the books and I guess you could say they helped restore my will to live.

Which is great because, without my will to live, I would be dead. I wouldn't have even become YourLordTheTherapist or YourLocalTherapist1 (my old username that I gave up to become YLTT) just [dead nickname] Avila. I owe my entire 5-8th grade life to W. Bruce Cameron, he's one hell of a fucking author. I think in 8th grade I got my last and final book. For one last time, the dog was named Toby.

I never actually got to read it, all because I got too sad. I couldn't even get the chance to read it because of all the thoughts that came rushing at me. The ones telling me that I'll never get the chance to do anything good. But that's when I went back to writing because it was calling for me. Writing then became my hobby and the thing I wanted to do once I became older. I know that I probably will give up on my dream once I fail, but I think it's nice that I still try while I can.

One day YourLordTheTherapist will be more than just [Deadname] It will be a name used for generations.

And when that day comes, let it be known.

That the original was just a 12-year-old when she started.

Wattpad was my first and will be my last.

It's my legacy.

My safe space.

My LIFE

And I hope that one day, it's still running so I can show the things I wrote to my future.

But until that comes I'm just The only YourLordTheTherapist. The one who faced all odds, and made it.

THE END

Authors note: WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO! This is really long. Almost 1,000 words. I hope you guys enjoyed it!

Bye Bye (for real this time)