Chronicpain Stories

Thorn does not believe in being saved. She believes in exits. In locked doors. In silence. In keeping her head down, her hands busy, and her past buried so deep no one thinks to look for it. After a month of failed job interviews, Thorn walks into the Rosewood Lounge for one reason only: tea. She does not expect the crooked job sign in the window. She does not expect Noah Thornwood, all chaos, charm and impossible warmth. She does not expect Elias Thornwood, all control, sharp edges and quiet protection. And she definitely does not expect a non-alcoholic café-bar full of people who somehow notice too much, ask too many questions, and make far too much room for a woman who has spent her whole life trying not to need anyone. Thorn is brilliant, guarded, exhausted and terrifyingly calm. She is a bartender who does not drink, an artist who hides her work, a woman with chronic pain, old grief, and a history no one at Rosewood could ever imagine. But Rosewood has its own way of loving people. Through tea. Through food. Through ridiculous theories. Through late-night shifts, handmade blankets, found family, and the kind of loyalty Thorn has never trusted enough to want. The longer she stays, the harder it becomes to pretend she is only an employee. Because Noah sees the loneliness she hides behind sarcasm. Elias sees the pain she refuses to name. Zara knows the girl beneath the armour. And slowly, painfully, Thorn starts to learn that family is not always blood. Sometimes family is the people who save you a seat. Sometimes it is the people who stay. And sometimes, after years of surviving alone, there is finally room for one more.

Jade Morgan didn't really look sick. That's probably why nobody seemed to notice. But if you looked close enough, past the stacked silver rings on her long tattooed fingers, you would see a tremble. And if you looked past the scattered earrings or tongue piercing, you'd see a sort of stiffness. A tight, overwhelming exhaustion that I'm not sure most people survive long enough to recognise. The first time I properly met Jade, she was hiding. Deep in the hallways of school, a bathroom half hidden by a broken vending machine. Third stall. I hadn't meant to catch her in the act, but the soft hiccuping was hard to ignore. When she came out and saw me, legs dangling off the counter, she didn't scream. She didn't even seem to particularly mind. She paused for one moment, face blank and then pulled up her sleeves and began washing her hands like it was just another Tuesday. Because it was. For her. She had dried her hands and glanced at me, her eyes catching the sunlight in a way that made her pupils glow green. "You tell anyone I was crying, I'll tell them you relapsed." I didn't know if it was the blatant way she worked me out so quickly or the way she was looking at me like a wounded animal trying to convince me she still had teeth. But I think I started falling in love with her right then and there. #9 in Rue [May 2026] #51 in drugs [May 2026] #11 in Euphoriafic [July 2026]

my story of being a ftenby trans person but mostly my life in general.

Zoe is 19 years old, with a head full of dreams and... a secret that takes her breath away. On the outside, she looks like any other college student-rushing to lectures, trying to find her place in the noisy world of dorm life, and shyly dreaming of love. But beneath the layer of smiles lies a pain that paralyzes both her body and soul. A suffering that isn't visible at first glance, yet determines her every step. Defying anatomy, defying her own body, Zoe tries to live a normal life. Will she dare to open up to someone when pain becomes her closest companion? Is it possible to build a relationship when your own body feels like the enemy? This is a moving story about fighting for yourself, about the strength hidden within fragility, and about how the deepest scars are the ones that don't show on the skin. 📌 All rights reserved. 📅 New chapters every Friday! 💬 Leave a trace-a star ⭐ or a comment, it really motivates me to keep writing!

When Earth, a dying planet, is destroyed by the effects of climate change, a four-year-old Lena finds herself strapped inside a pod and sent away from her world, and towards a planet her father found circling a red sun. Upon her arrival, ten years after her pod had been launched, she finds herself on Krypton, a planet that isn't kind to her human body. The weight of a red sun is too much for her fragile physiology to bear, and with the threat of a shortened lifespan, Lena spends her days in isolation trying to find a cure for herself, instead, finding superhuman powers along the way. With the powerful House of El turning against the people of Kandor City, Krypton finds itself needing a hero, but with her frail body in danger, Lena has to choose what matters most to her; her health, or protecting the people she cares about.

The Combine have taken over the world, Humanity is on the brink of extinction, and the personifications have been captured and held captive by the alien race. The only one who remains is Alfred F. Jones. America. Who has somehow managed to evade the combine pretty well so far. The resistance is dwindling, the will to fight all but gone. But, just as all hope seems to be lost. A long lost legend, a hero, twenty years late to the party, has returned to liberate the remaining people of earth. Armed with nothing but a crowbar and a pesky additude, Gordon Freeman must fight his way through hell all over again. This time, however, he has a bit of company. As man, looking no older than twenty, decides to aid him in his destiny. Gordon Freeman is the hero this world needs. The one who will save the day. Alfred just hopes it isn't to late.

Chronic illness and the pills that follow

Poems from my path across the United States as I attempt to heal and find my family. ***my mother and I have reconciled. We're good, you shouldn't worry.

Hey, I deal with multiple disabilities and chronic pain. This is just a collection of poems? I guess they are poems, describing various experiences and emotions that come with daily pain. Also this my first story so please be nice? Anyways, have a great day whoever and wherever you are! ❤️

Being chronically ill sucks. Coping with it can be very hard. If you're -in any way- chronically ill, you probably know what I'm talking about. I want to take you with me while being on this journey. I'm honestly struggling and fighting. I wanna spread awareness and I also wanna show chronically ill and struggling people that they're not alone. I dedicate this to all young chronically ill people out there, that are struggling. You are not alone.

Ever wanted to know what its like being Autistic in Canada? Or wanted to walk in the shoes of a chronically ill person for a day (probably not)? You've come to the right place! I'm Kody, an autistic person with an unknown chronic illness (probably POTS). I have tons of special interests, and I want to have a career where I help people in the future, like a cop, or therapist. Or a teacher! I'm asexual and genderqueer, and I'm usually not afraid to say it in public!

A chronicle of short works turning my chronic illness symptoms into whimsy, lest I lose my sanity battling all this unfortunate calamity. It is better to laugh than cry, so Go forth, my fellow valiant chronically-cursed ones! For even in flare, you are still mighty. ❤️‍🩹❤️

"I broke. Months of suppressing my emotions finally caught up with me. She must have caught me before I could fall to the floor because my legs stopped working and down I went. Hanging into her arms the tears started streaming over my face. Very softly she sat down on the floor and pulled me into her lap, hiding me from the world in her warm embrace. There were no words spoken, the pain was so very present that they were not needed. Her suit turned into a wet piece of clothing and Natasha's dirt was smudged on my face. It did not matter. She was here, she would fix me. She had to, because what else would I do." Trigger warning for weight gain, mental health issues, depression, eating disorders and chronical pain.

... The constant struggle just to make myself keep on fighting through the pain and sadness... But, at least the realization of a purpose and a determination came first. I know I will succeed.. It's so hard at times though.

What happened today, in my moment of chronic illness weakness.

Cherry blossoms only bloom for a few weeks every year before they're harshly scattered by the wind. Tsukiko Hoshino understands this better than anyone else. Armed with one of the strongest quirks in Japan, but also a body that is full of disease and slowly rejecting it, she accepted her fate years ago. The doctors gave her 3 years to live, causing her to forfeit any dreams she had, but now she enters U.A with no means of becoming a hero. The plan is to complete her time there quietly, help whoever she can along the way, and leave unnoticed when time finally catches up with her. Then Katsuki Bakugou starts asking questions that really aren't any of his business...

Learn the benefits of finding inner peace, no matter where you came from or what's happened to you in your past. By changing your energy and silencing your mind from destructive self defeating thoughts which I named, Chupacabras, you too can change your life. The book starts out with a short autobiography of the painful life I led in the gang infested Barrio I grew up in, to become the creator and teacher of the 21 day 3, 6, 9 Meditation Method and Journal.