Chronicpain Stories

Alannis Cresswood was one of the most promising dragon riders in the military. She had risen through the ranks faster than almost anyone else ever had. Then her unit was attacked, and she was broken physically and emotionally. Now, a year later, a dragon breeder drops dead while visiting a hostile nation. Alannis and her rival, Illadiya Okenwje, are tasked with finding out if he was murdered and, if he was, who is responsible.

{📖𝘶𝘱𝘥𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨} Izuku is an insomniac and hasn't slept in 3 days, he's now trying to spar Aizawa with whatever energy the three energy drinks he chugged this morning gave him.

Enjoy this collection of poems I have written. These range from your typical poem to those of depression, fear, love, pain, sicknesses, and everything else. Most of these are short, but deeply personal. This is my third poetry Book. I hope you enjoy this as much as I do, because this will be another 100 part group of poems. Let me know if you have any requests or comments!

For years, the protagonist has lived in a body that felt more like a battlefield than a home. Defined by the scars of the past, the negotiation of a crutch, and the heavy shadow of depression, she has learned to keep the world at a safe, guarded distance. She believed her story was a "keep out" sign.., a warning that the gravity of her life was too much for anyone else to carry. But then there is Hailee. Hailee doesn't offer a grand rescue or cinematic promises. Instead, she offers the one thing the world never did: permission to be soft. In the quiet hush of a lakeside cottage, between the warmth of a steady heartbeat and the glow of a dying fire, a new truth begins to emerge. It is a story of two women learning "gravity" together, proving that while the aches of the past may never fully vanish, they can be held until they soften into peace. A journey of re-learning how to exist, not just survive.

a collection of poems about chronic illness.

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.

I've lost my will to write. I come up with quotes but can't put them together without feeling depleted. My words can be great but are surrounded by unworthy thoughts. I am tired of being sad over the same goddamn things. My heart is worth more than boys, their stupid games, alcoholic drinks, and crappy movies. Screw my hearts worth, try to measure the net worth of my head. My brain with it's tangled thoughts that bleed through the tissue around it. The quotes I think about when I think about nothing and everything combined. My will to see out of my pretty little eyes and open my tiny but boisterous mouth when everything in the universe is against me. I have grown up bearing all my weight and the weight of this goddamned earth on my shoulders when I was born completely fucking innocent. I was picked to be a bull. Mission: Support and protect is what my upbringing was called. They gave the girl who's suppose to hold everyone's baggage shitty knees, and the same girl who is suppose to open pill bottles, and make sure everyone takes their meds hands that suck at being hands and doing the one job they were created to do. And when all else failed and they decided to give her the worst thing ever. And that's when they gave me you. Because when I could finally manage my health, they thought putting stress on my heart would push me into overdrive. Fuck the fact that the world she lived in already revolved putting everything before her, you gave her the once thing she couldn't have and that was trust, and belief that one person can grab her hand and make all the gravity weighing down on her shoulders seem just a little more distributed. You combined the struggles of every known living organism and punched her in the stomach. You. The World. God. Screwed me.

Poetry

My suffering with chronic hip pain

A journal from someone with chronic pain

My thoughts, and poems, on living with Fibromyalgia.

A new boy in class is mesmerised by the kid with the walking stick. He doesn't use it every day. And often, he doesn't even turn up.

Type 1 diabetic. I write to enable me to move on from burnout. My writing is emotional, raw and honest. Some think I am depressed but at that time I am going through some sort of depression. Imagine fighting against your own body to stay alive, fighting to not get complications and live as near to normal as you possibly can.

A bunch of prompts for possible stories. The first two or so prompts were fics I wanted to write. Feel free to take artistic liberties and tell me the name of your story based on my prompts so I can read it!

Oneshots I'm writing for this years Chronic Pain Awareness Month. All the prompts can be found on the AO3 collection called chronicpainawarenessmonth2022 which is run by yours truly

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! ❤️

My days with pain.