Counciling Stories

A world where he's always right. And she knows it. Because it's all she ever known. And it's what he's made her believe.

My life in the form of a story.

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In today's fast-paced world, stress has become an unavoidable part of life. Whether it's work pressure, family responsibilities, financial worries, or personal struggles, many people find themselves overwhelmed by daily demands.

"And you think this is the way out? Huh? Are you mentally unstable or just a fucking moron?!" She raised her voice as her angry eyes sunk into mine. Is this how I deal with my problems? Where is this going to get me? I only want Freedom. Is that too much to ask? "This is how I get by Kayla. This is me. If you don't like it then I'm sorry. You can just have your name added to the list of who left. If you walk out right now, don't bother coming back. Because I won't be here." She picked up her shoes and slipped her feet in. That's when she left. She slammed the door behind her, taking my only hope with her.

Danielle lost both her mother and her younger sister. She's lost without them, and struggling to stay afloat. Will she get over this? Or will the heart breaking loss consume her?

Eager hearts cry out, hoping for a single word to confirm that He hears us. Yet, many times the only sound is silence. Over the years I have heard several reasons why God speaks to some and not to others. One night, as I tossed and turned, I brought each of these reasons before the Lord, stating why each of them did not line up with who I thought He was. Words rose from my soul, pleading for Him to reveal why He has remained silent when a single word from Him would mean so much to so many. For the next few hours, God used things I learned about years ago and things I had just discovered to show why He talks to some and why He doesn't, and in demonstrative ways. In His grace, He also showed me how people could hear more from Him. Thank you for taking time to consider the answers I received and share with you now.

this is me.

Before, Daniella was the life of the party. Crazy, fun, outgoing. She went out every Friday and Saturday with friends to every party they could find. She was always popular and well loved by almost everyone at her school. She was adored by her parents and made them proud with her perfect 4.0 throughout high school. She's pretty, she's nice, she's smart. She's perfect. But that was before. Now, almost six months after the accident, Danni's a completely different person. She's shy. Afraid to talk to almost everyone except for her parents and family. Her bubbly and happy personality are diminished. All that is left is just the shell of the girl she used to be. Life will never be the same...but is that necessarily a bad thing? It was a bad thing before she met Ethan. And then, everything was different.

Almost like it goes but never like its gone...

Demi is just your normal fifteen year old girl. If you don't take into account the scars on her wrist and the number of boyfriends she's had. "Over time, if you've been ignored by everyone, you will start to feel worthless." she said to her mum. that led to counciling. and eventually matt...

A single negative comment is enough to start a war between two or more people. Sarah and Katherine become councilors of their group known as the "EMOtionals" to help the people diagnosed with depression and are willing to take their lives. Sarah and Katherine both experienced Hell and now would love to end the misery that consumes millions of lives. Each day there is a council, each victim must explain what their life was like before depression and/or bad feelings have developed and how it all started. No matter how difficult the patient, Sarah and Katherine will do all it takes, in order to redeem themselves, they now must take action and live their life to the fullest while not putting themselves first all the time.

It is a boy/girl who goes through a break up and can't do anything and turns to self harm

"Love," that's all I wanted. Why can I not have it? Why does all the bad stuff always happen to me? I wont let anyone in or tell anyone anything. I'm always the left out one, the weird one, the 3rd wheel one. But will all this change from the new kid that all of a sudden, in the middle of my torture come? Will I open up and feel more safe? Will I be free from this torture? Will I?

Writing to try to escape depression, or just because I'm bored