Cathartic Stories

Cathartic📝 စကားလံုးမ်ားအျဖစ္ အသြင္ေျပာင္းထားေသာ ခံစားခ်က္အပိုင္းအစမ်ား..'') HoneyWine🍯🍷

This is a collection of the poetry that I have written over the years that have helped me deal with the things I was going though at the time. Some have been published, some have remained close to my chest for a while. All are copyrighted and my original work.

This was originally from my blogspot called Aella Astraea meaning "whirlwind star" in Greek. I'll continue to post these poems on Wattpad every week or by popular demand 😊 I wrote these when I was going through a rough patch in my life (so please don't judge too harshly, these literally are my raw emotions on paper). And am picking it back up- so my newer pieces will/should be happier 😊 Please comment- this is my first time posting on Wattpad. I would love what you have to say!

A poem

Hey I'm recovering from my depression still on meds and writing has been cathartic and therapeutic. I hope my work syncs with your vibes and your place and you can relate to it

the Girl that loves his Friend until the END....Even if the Girl Had a Big Secret to him </3

little bits of words seeping out through the clouds of my brain. let me take you with me as i soar among them in search of myself again. RANKED #1 in CATHARTIC as of 03/08/19 RANKED #4 IN CLOUDY as of 12/30/18 RANKED #19 IN CLOUDS as of 11/08/18 RANKED #19 IN TALKTHEPOC as of 01/01/19 RANKED #74 IN ANTHOLOGY as of 10/08/18

A traveler meets people on his way to see the sun rise.

This is where I vent out my frustrations, all into one cathartic book. Amazing cover done by my bestie @Nk_works! :)❤

the art of flowering is a collection of poetry for every heartache divided into chapters to coat your heart whenever you need it most she will teach you how to gather every piece of you that is broken and turn them into a beautiful mosaic **updates every Friday**

Love, passion, sensuality, heartbreak- all major topics of this volume of poetry, writings, and prose written with a personal insight. This volume will definitely empathize with all your feelings as it places yourself in its stories and descriptions. You will not regret reading it!

the title is self explanatory

I wrote "home" back in December of 2023 during a period of my life that I like to refer to as, "The Dark Ages of Ella." It's been sitting in my notesapp collecting dust for a little over a year now, until about a week ago when I finally rediscovered her. It was bittersweet rereading the words I'd written back then, because on one hand it brought back a lot of unpleasant memories/emotions that I'd rather forget, but on the other hand it made me think about how far I've come and how life truly does get better. If you're reading right now and you feel stuck or lost in this life, let me tell you one truth that I've been lucky enough to experience first hand: It gets better, I promise. But you have to hold on long enough to let it happen, you have to find things to hold on to. This is my first time sharing my writing publicly with my face and my name behind it, which is fucking terrifying, but I hope you like my little poem, and I hope you'll consider sticking around to see what I do next. I've dreamt about being a writer since I was a little girl, but up until now I've always been too scared to pursue this dream out loud. I'm still scared, but I'll do it anyway. If you're still reading this, thank you so much for making it this far and for supporting me in this! I hope you're doing well, and I really do hope that you'll stick around and be a part of my home. Here you will be seen, Here you will be safe, Here I will love you like my own, - Eleanor K

A short story about an old man talking about youth and how it is meant to be enjoyed. How we all are gonna die one day and none of us will make it out of life alive , might as well enjoy it.

Growing up is hard. Especially when your best friend is leaving you behind.

Third place winner in the Rose Awards 2022. ------------- Catharsis (noun) : /kəˈθɑːsɪs/ ; the process of releasing, and thereby providing relief from, strong or repressed emotions. We all have our own escapes. Escapes from this dark, dreary world which gets too suffocating sometimes. Whenever we are in desperate need of a release from these terrible, predatory emotions and securities; we turn to do whatever we enjoy doing the most. The one thing that makes us feel untroubled and contended. For me, it has always been writing poems. Weaving my feelings into words is a challenge; a challenge I enjoy and want to pursue whole-heartedly for my entire life. So come along with me in the journey of healing, through the process of catharsis. Copyright- @izzytotherescue . . . (definitions from Google) (cover template from Canva)

This is about me and my ramblings about loneliness , love and life.

This is a short little story that covers what I felt during an emotional highlight a little while ago. I wrote this on a piece of notebook paper originally, but I felt that I should get it out here.