Antidepressants قصص

❝what the hell! that's impossible, you're dead.❞ -she left you on read, and now shes back to haunt you. [COMPLETED] WARNING - my first ever fic , very cringey :( 𝐚𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬: #3 antidepressants - 202203 prewrite:9/29/19 published: 10/6/19 completed: 12/4/19 ©CH3RRY-KRUSH ©1-800-C0SM1C ©strxwberrei

Just some daily hilarious memes that make me die laughing for way longer than I should be. I hope you enjoy them as much as I do :D Book 2 continues on these daily memes!

A collection of poems recounting my recovery from my mental illness.

A way for a girl to vent her feelings, a way for a girl to cope, and maybe just a way for a girl to be happy.

I'm just publishing book for when I get depressed which is rare now since I'm taking anti depressants. but there will still be mature things such as cussing and emotional abuse

But I'm twenty, so who am I to complain?

Inspired by a Marcus Bakes Quote

Learn to truly love yourself. You are a gem in the cavern of coal.

Hello there! I will not say much about this, cus there really isn't much about it. I am just a 17 year old girl who has been taking antidepressants for the past 2 months and has nothing to do with her life.

You horny bitch Antisepticeye Darkiplier And blank game plays.

I'm a little bit tapped. Very broken. But somehow surviving. !!!WARNING!!! Mentions of mental health, mental health illnesses, suicide attempts, self harm, eating disorders.

A short collection of Sijo - Haiku poetry, illustrating my solitude and depression.

An memoir on my journey with depression and learning how to live.

Every once and awhile the group of friends will travel up to the cabin to hang out and enjoy each others company while getting away from the rest of the world.

Olivia is a realist. Doesn't believe in childish things. Except soulmates. She believes in those. When her parents were murdered, she got a red string on her wrist leading into nothing. Will she ever find her soulmate? Or will she spiral into the pits of depression and anxiety in spite of herself?

A little experience with suicidal thoughts.

Anxiety. Depression. The structure of just those two words sounds so simple; Alas, they are anything but simple. Anxiety. Like a monster, it claws at your insides with no mercy. Depression. It leaves you numb to life, it's like jumping into a churning, roaring sea with a ball and chain on your foot. It's no easy feat to live under such conditions... Here's the thing: It can either make a person. Or it can break a person. It only brings fear and darkness to those who let it consume them. But there's a choice. You can rise, or you can run. The choice is yours to decipher. Just like it was mine....