Burnout Stories

When Suku the goblin's beloved cheese suddenly smells awful, a supposed dragon hunt turns into a quiet journey of friendship, wandering, and learning when to let worries rest.

Growing up with chronic illness is an emotional journey. This story will describe the feeling of having your soul leave your body. In addition to the experience of being unseen for all the challenges and chapters that come with being chronically ill.

Elle is trying to find her way in a world that feels heavy, uncertain, and full of overwhelming emotions. As she navigates the challenges of life, she is forced to face the complexities of grief, self-doubt, and healing. If Grief Had a Name is an honest, heartfelt journey about finding strength in the midst of chaos, learning to cope with the messiness of life, and discovering that even in the darkest moments, there is still hope.

They called him gifted. They never taught him how to fall. When life broke him, Anish retreated into a basement, living like a hikikomori-hidden, ashamed, forgotten. This is the quiet tragedy of a boy who tried to shine too brightly.

Revised poems from Junior High School and current poems related to the theme of She Who Breaks Gently. PS: Not all of my poems are related to me. I'm still exploring what topics can be added in this collection.

A collection of the journey from work life to PURPOSE.

welp hi I'm back uh dysfunctional guizhongli family au

"When you are alone and nobody is watching, that's the time tears just run down to your cheeks" SOME are quotes that is NOT mine so bare with me ..... But MOST of it, was from me... "Your pain has a purpose" -Philippians 1:29

Jisung is exhausted. Burnt out from performing, from expectations, from being known by everyone but seen by no one. On a rainy morning in a city that never really slows down, he walks into a small café tucked between a laundromat and a closed-down bookstore - the kind of place that doesn't ask questions. Rin just wants to get through another shift without the espresso machine exploding or flooding the back sink. The café isn't fancy, but it's hers - a quiet routine, a rhythm she can live inside. She doesn't recognize the guy with the complicated coffee order and tired eyes, and when he comes back the next day, and the day after, she still doesn't ask. Between mismatched mugs, bad puns on chalkboards, after-hours cleanups, and silence that doesn't need filling, something grows. Something safe. Something real. She doesn't know who he is. He doesn't know she used to be someone else, too. But somehow, this café becomes a place neither of them want to leave. Even when the outside world catches up. ━━━✦❘༻༺❘✦━━━━━━ This is a soft slice-of-life friendship story set in a quiet café. It's platonic, grounded, and full of late-night vulnerability, awkward honesty, quiet defiance, and tea that says everything they won't. No romance. Just two people learning to be themselves - slowly, safely, together. A soft, platonic story about showing up, staying quiet, and finding home where you weren't looking for it. Thanks for reading. I hope this feels like a warm drink on a heavy day. ~CURRENTLY UNDER EDITING~

This is not a story of perfection-it's a story of pressure, of fire, of dreams too heavy for a body that refuses to rest. At 13, I was told not to worry about a life I didn't yet have. But my mind never listened. These poems are letters I never sent, promises I never broke, and battles I fight within myself every day. It's about ambition that burns, expectations that suffocate, and the quiet hope that maybe, just maybe, I'll rise from the ashes. For anyone who has ever felt too much, too young-this series is for you.

After a sudden loss in the Late Night world and yet another surprise guest being booked behind his back, Jimmy hits a wall he never saw coming. Burnout creeps in quietly, leaving him numb, exhausted, and unsure how to keep pushing forward in a job that once brought him joy. But as the chaos builds, his family steps in-grounding him and reminding him that even when the spotlight feels harsh and the pressure never lets up, he's never facing it alone.

→ This isn't just a letter. It's the ache you hide in your smile, the truth you whisper only to yourself at night. 🕊 Have you ever written something and kept it hidden, hoping someone might still understand without reading it? It's okay if you don't answer. I just wanted you to feel... seen. --- This book isn't about happy endings. It's about that quiet chaos in your late teens and early twenties- when your smile hides a storm, and you start missing a version of yourself you didn't even know you'd lost. These short stories are about the stage we don't talk about. The sinking. The silent screams. The fragile strength of just getting through. If you've ever felt like you're falling apart silently, this book is for you.

Milo plus Emerson

Karamihan sa kabataan ngayon ay maiuugnay ang kanilang mga sarili sa bida ng maikling kwentong ito. Ang mga pangyayari ay kadalasang nagaganap sa isang pamilya kung saan mayroong isang anak na laging ikinukumpara sa kaniyang kapatid o mga kapatid. Makikita sa mga eksenang nakapaloob sa kwentong ito ang mga prayoridad ng isang tao bilang estudyante at bilang anak sa kaniyang mga magulang. Ano nga ba ang dapat na unahin, kalusugang mental o ang kaniyang pag-aaral? (MULA SA SALITANG "ATYCHIPHOBIA" NA ANG PAGKATAKOT MABIGO O MAGING PALPAK)

Anyone who's ever had the bad habit of saying 'yes' too often or putting to higher expectations and too much pressure on themselves will relate to this one...

Two strangers. One impossible offer. One word to change everything. Everyone thinks about disappearing. Few get the chance.

I'm sick of living like this.

A female freshman in college struggles with the burdens of studying hard and avoiding anything new or fun in fear of disappointing her mother, which means evading any and all relationships with boys, specifically one.

where darkness and light collide Posted: September 5, 2021 Status: Complete

*"Where we all break down... somewhere they can't see."* ________________________ This isn't a story born from imagination. It's real. Lived. And still going. What happens when your own mind becomes your worst enemy - and no one notices? This is a story of pressure, silence, and healing from the inside out. ____________________________________________ *"I used to believe I had to be strong, perfect, and happy - all the time. But that was never the truth behind the mask I wore for years."* I'm not speaking through the voice of science, research, or society. This is *my* voice - shaped by what I lived, what I felt, and what still echoes through me every time I look back.