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Buck's coping mechanisms aren't exactly great. Eddie finds a letter and panics. Short fic. 118 worries but it's buddie centric as always.

What happens when 4 very different people are put into sector D of the asylum? they all struggle with different mental issues, have their own reasons for being there, and have a lot of emotional baggage. Can they help one another cope? ⚠️Warnings are added based off of what's in the chapter.⚠️ |{ Contains }| - panic attacks. - different mental health issues. - fluff ;). - coping mechanisms. (healthy and unhealthy) - bonding. - gore (description of murders). - violence. (more will be added if needed) - 𝓉𝑜𝓀𝓎𝑜🥶 | cover by: Me |

When Raeygen first meets Lauryn, she knows Lauryn is the one for her. Lauryn feels it too, but has reservations on love and the risk of heartbreak. But what if they have an even greater connection then they know, and it's not only thier own pasts that it involves, but two very heartbroken people they know's also? All anyone wants is love. Will any of these girls find it, hold on to it, and the soul thier own is the mate to?

Tsuna knows how to take care of himself. If there's one thing he's learned, it's that you can always do it by yourself. AU.

Silent Storm: Healing from Childhood Trauma, Depression, and Social Anxiety by Anushma M A compassionate guide for those quietly carrying emotional pain. Silent Storm explores the impact of childhood trauma, depression, and social anxiety - and gently shows the path to healing. Through personal insight, self-help tools, and empowering truths, The author reminds you: you're not broken, and you're not alone. Healing starts here.

I am Alex. I've walked through life carrying storms invisible to most, storms made of panic attacks, blackouts, depression, and anxiety that grips my every breath. This is not a story of easy victories. This is a raw confession of living inside a mind that feels everything too deeply, that reacts too strongly, that survives when the body wants to collapse. From the libraries where the world felt upside down, to churches that became my sanctuary, to streets where every step felt like walking through quicksand, I've lived on the edge of my own control. I've learned how substances amplify my pain, how empaths bear wounds unseen, and how blackouts are a silent scream of survival. This poem is my voice, my heart exposed, a bone-deep confession of what it is to survive a body and mind that do not always follow the rules.

Reina Warner's tale is of her struggle with the ongoing decline of her mental and emotional health as she enters the first stages of adulthood.

It's been a year since the gang returned from Isla Nublar. You're not sure why you started writing Ben. You could just call him, or better yet, text-- but you don't. "I dreamt about you last night (Nothing amorous, if that's where your teenage mind is going). Nope: just a feedback loop of the night you fell from the monorail." A Ben/Yaz story.

This is a collection of the poems and mostly uncompleted songs that I have written over the years. A lot of these were written as a way to vent my emotions, so some may be dark. I will add a TW on the top of each page including the theme of the poem. Please only read the works you feel comfortable reading. Thank you.

A short poem concerning substance abuse.

Then her shoulders fell, the inky shadows deepening across her face as Katara sighed and pulled her knees into her chest. "I just-I have to know you're okay, Aang. That's all. It's not a big deal." Aang blinked, her words sinking into his heart like a stone into quicksand. "Know I'm okay," he repeated, "or know I'm alive?" When Aang falls, Katara is always there to catch him. But maybe that's part of the problem. (Written for Day 5 of Kataang Week 2021: Healing, hosted by @ kataang-week on Tumblr.)

Elerry Cabahug and Christine Bryne Badelles are inseperable cousins. Being together through every triumphs and setbacks in their lives. Having dreams together and setting their minds into accomplishing it. But are they capable of reaching it despite all the hindrances and difficulties that they'll encounter as they walk and try to reach what their minds set to? Having family and school problems, being unstable financially and mentally, and having seperated parents. How do you think they'll cope up with these problems in their lives?

I have severe anxiety, from time to time, and there are certain things that trigger it. But, I have a lot of strategies for coping with it.

This is not a metaphor. This is not a dramatization. This is what a panic attack actually looks like when it doesn't stop. After midnight on a cold Thursday night, my body turned against me. What started as a familiar warning - that quiet something's wrong feeling - turned into hours of pacing, shaking, dissociation, and survival rituals that didn't work the way they were supposed to. I walked until my legs felt hollow. Held ice until my hands stopped feeling real. Cleaned bathrooms because movement was the only thing keeping me upright. Tried food. Tried noise. Tried silence. Tried lying down. Nothing shut it off. This is a record of that night - from the first wave of panic to the moment I finally came back into myself days later. No inspiration. No recovery arc. No clean ending. Just what it's like to stay alive when your nervous system refuses to let you rest.

There is only going one part of this I just want to share these with people because for one I can't tell anyone else and two these could help you/y'all

Welcome to my story!^^ non of the characters belong to my only the short stories that I wrote please note this is my first time wrighting something like this and it may not be the best at all^^ but non the less enjoy

​"I am already behind before the day starts." ​To the outside world, it looks like a life in motion. The shift at the call center begins, the "work mask" goes on, and the script is followed. But inside, the smallest tasks-a shower, a text back to Mom, a stack of laundry-have grown into impossible mountains. ​In this raw and repetitive portrait of modern survival, there are no grand arcs or easy fixes. There is only the deepening understanding of a mind trying to function while slowly burning out. From the gravity of a bed that offers no rest to the dissociation of neon-lit nights and the painful echo of a past self that felt "alive," this is a story for anyone who feels they are functioning, but no longer truly there. ​Nothing ends. It just repeats with awareness.

A girl struggles with trauma and major depression trying to find herself once again. This is not a finished story, and I will be updating it from time to time