Depersonalization Stories

Ilya had started to understand exactly when his thoughts would begin to slip away. It always began first with the sounds gradually becoming muffled. Like a radio starting to crackle and completely lose coherence as you enter a tunnel. The footsteps around him would slowly turn into something like hearing his own heartbeat, that is, complete silence. His eyes would be open, yet he would be unable to fully grasp the existence of anything around him. Even if there were a massive building in front of him or a brightly colored flower, he would not be aware of it and would simply stare. This world could be loud, enormous, and impossible to ignore, but he would lose himself deep within his mind and be unable to emerge from there for a long time. Deeper and deeper into his mind.

Quite literally the ramblings of a lunatic I am that lunatic A lunatic who can't stop writing Or feeling Or testing the limits of my soul. I prescribe to the belief of "what is the point of making art if you don't share it with someone" so here I am, sharing my art. It is often sad, annoyingly philosophical, and frequently dramatic as most poetry is and as I always am. do with that what you will :) 🏅 #1- Depersonalization- Jan 1, 2026 #1- musings- Jan 6, 2026 #2- greiving- Jan 3, 2026

Who? Ramblings. Fragments. Notes. Thoughts without direction. Understanding without words. Pieces of a mind that wont rest. Unkown. Unnamed. Forgotten. Who are we thriving for in the end if not us? Who will be there if no one cares?

You were already broken long before anyone noticed. Carrying quiet wounds, learning how to survive with pieces missing. The world had taught you how to endure, but never how to heal. Then someone entered your life unexpectedly. Not to fix you, but to stay. Through simple moments and unspoken understanding, they showed you that pain didn't have to be permanent, and that change didn't always arrive loudly. Sometimes, it came gently. Through a hand held, a truth shared, and the courage to believe that even shattered things could learn to become whole again.

This collection is born from the quiet hours, where silence weighs heavy, and the shadows cast by memory grow long. Each poem is a fragment of grief, a reflection of loss, and an echo of the fragile beauty that often accompanies sadness. In these words, you will find the slow unraveling of heartache, the tenderness of longing, and the delicate dance between despair and hope. This is not a book meant to lift spirits, but to cradle the sorrow we often carry alone. Let these verses be a companion for those dark nights when the world feels distant, and you seek solace in the depths of your own heart. Here, in the stillness of these pages, may you find the truth in pain and perhaps, the small comfort that comes in knowing you are not alone. From one lost soul to another, allow me to be free.

A trip into my mind

Drowning in the vicious small town waters of early 80s and conformity Jennifer Jareau is desperate for a way out. Roslyn Jareau is seemingly the perfect sister but she has her own games to play and her purity isn't what it seems for her secrets are dark and hers alone. Emily Prentiss is new to town and knows that every second wasted is precious and less of value so she makes friends fast and hard but she's always had one rule, after Europe she vowed to never fall in love again for it was too difficult to overcome given the reality of the stability of her life. When today is East Alleghany and tomorrow could be Moscow or Alaska Emily has to make every second count, but she couldn't prepare herself for meeting Jennifer Jareau, a beautiful woman trapped in a lonely and suffocating world. When Emily vows to open up Jennifers world to new experiences she unintentionally opens up her heart to the blonde.

I spent most of my life learning how to feel less These days I teach myself to feel more Kill your emotions and you'll die along with them C O M P L E T E D 2016•2018

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TW r@pe suc!de self h@rm this is a short story about gender issues, mental health, sexuality and abuse. If your not ok with these subjects please don't read this story.

a collection of poems about the complicated emotions of the winter and christmas season.

Hawkodile is changing, both physically and otherwise. Dr. Fox begins to worry when he can't recognize himself in a reflection and begins to turn grey! Even worse, he begins to show symptoms of depersonalization-derealization disorder, and the doctor has to figure out if that's really the case before it gets too bad. Will this change be permanent or will Hawkodile come out okay? (Current cover is a placeholder. I do not own "Unikitty!" or it's characters, LEGO does.)

This novel shows the hidden love triangle behind nickelodeon's hit show Wonder pets. This story takes place in Ming ming (the ducks )point of view. Ming Ming has been working with the wonder pets for a very long time and the more time goes on the more she realizes she's falling in deep lust with Linny and Tuck. She's discovering herself and her sexuality. With saving animals in trouble and lusting over your leader and side kick what is one to do?

a growing collection of poems to comfort those who feel misunderstood or by this world.

Hello everyone! This story is dedicated to a friend I lost two days ago. It is a real story. She was a depressed girl, who didn't want anyone to go through the same pains she went through. She tried to save a soul, and she conquered indeed. I'm so glad she died as a happy girl and not depressed. Because she saved a soul and that's me. 😍😍😍

this story explores mental illness, identity loss, dissociation, and suicidal ideation. Some readers may find these themes distressing.

What would a fatherless teen girl, with a ex druggie mom, raised in a Christian household with depression and adhd daydream about. What would she put in her diary if she ever had the privacy to write down her deepest darkest thoughts? From all the very fucked up shit I've experienced I wanted to write it down, it's my own personal diary. One that I pray people cant relate to.

To Be Remembered Beautifully She was my best friend, my light, my laughter... and my muse. She left this world on my 24th birthday, but she lives in every word I write, in every memory I hold. This collection of poems is a tribute, to her, to the love we shared, and to the life she brought into this world. She may be gone, but she will always be remembered beautifully. 🤍

This is a little part of my heart, i hope u like it<3

TW - Burke sadly soz