Depretion Stories

He didn't break her all at once. He taught her how to shatter herself. To everyone watching, she has the life girls dream of : money, beauty, a powerful husband, and a marriage wrapped in perfection. But behind their locked doors, perfection is the punishment she can never escape. He tells her who to be. He tells her how to walk, how to breathe, how to think. Every mistake is a lesson. Every bruise is a reminder. Every betrayal is somehow her fault. And she believes him. Because after years of being molded, corrected, and rewritten, she no longer remembers who she was before he decided to "fix" her. She only knows the rules he carved into her bones. Don't speak too loudly. Don't ask questions. Don't look at him when he's angry. Don't look away when he wants your attention. And above all Don't ever forget that love is earned, not given. Her sister whispers that she's losing herself. Her friends say they're worried. Her subconscious screams that something is wrong. But she silences all of them. Because she is so close so close to becoming the perfect wife, he swears she could be if she tries a little harder. And if she can be perfect... Maybe he'll finally love her. Or maybe perfection is the very thing that will destroy her. *This story depicts domestic and emotional abuse. These scenes are fictional and not meant to glorify or romanticize abuse. If you are in a harmful or unsafe situation, please reach out for help: 1-800-799-7233 (SAFE) thehotline.org You deserve safety.

Entre remédios pesados e o vazio da dissociação, Margo vive afogada na própria mente. Tudo muda quando um after na floresta resulta em uma agressão e em um surto de violência: sem sobriedade, ela esfaqueia seu agressor e acorda no dia seguinte com a lâmina limpa, sem corpos e sem memórias claras, porem com um numero que diz saber de tudo... As memórias são falsas? Eu estou apenas preenchendo lacunas em minha mente vazia?

i dont have a jorlal and i want peope to care i know its selfish but i hpe you can understand

"Say it doll" he said firmly gripping my jaw my eyes started to water, and he enjoyed that "I'm sorry..." I said starting to sob he smirked "Sorry who ?" his grip on my jaw tightened I couldn't stop myself from sobbing "I'm sorry....Jace" he was dead looking at me "Sorry for what ?" he tightened his grip even more I'm sure it'll probably leave a red mark pretty soon "For....for not letting you tou....touch me" It was more a murmur but enough for him to hear he harshly let go of me, and suddenly disappeared, followed by his doggies I could still fill his grip on my jawl, he almost broke it and it hurts like hell "I hate you Jace Norman" I whispered to myself before standing up and picked up all my school stuff on the floor Riel downs, a 16 year old girl in 12th grade, smart, beautiful, cute, happy and chy just moved with her mother from new York to a small town. you know, new town, new people, new friends and new school. but what happens when she caught the attention of the town's most dangerous Bad boy? Jace Lee Norman, handsome, hot, rich, the perfection it self, but don't get to excited, the most important thing you must know about him, he's the Devil him self... A Jael story

This is where I come to let others see my darkest thoughts (basically writing my problems)

Sarah a 17 year old girl is throw around and abused by her family. Sarah's life is draining in every way possible but she stays strong for 4 reasons one. she's falling in love with a boy shes met online two. she knows if shes leaves the world her beloved dog will be brutally neglected and abused. three. her best friend sky is dealing with a lot and she wants to help her. from dealing with divorced parents, multiple mental issues, and the love of her life in the UK. sarah wants amd will help in any way possible. And four she wants to prove them wrong in everyway possible but everyday is a challenge. every second of the day she has thoughts of drawing blood to bring peace. is she strong enough? She is taught throughout her life 3 simple words to keep her going She is "here" She is "whole" And she is "healthy" ✨️I connect with sarah in many ways, so if you have any negative comments, please keep them to yourself.✨️ ✨️this series should be a trio but if i dont end up writing the third I am terribly, sorry. please reach out to me if I haven't finished something and its been over 3 months.✨️

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Poems of a little girls past, it's extremely emotional describes being raised in a toxic environment and trying to move on.

seguro que nadie vera esto solo hablare de mí y mis dos años sin hacer nada sin tener amigos ni familia algo verdadero que estuve observando durante mucho tiempo mi yo y la mente que vuelva en ese espacio como un bucle de mierda que no me deja sola.

Do you remember me? Do you remember anything? Us?

trata de mi historia en la secundaria hasta ahora,yo tengo apenas 13 años,vivo en buenos aires y fui rechazada por mis compañeros de curso.bueno basta de prologo y empieza a leer coño!! >:v

We love, we cry , we smile , we hug , we give birth,we die. In life we experience lot of challenges , emotional challenges , temporary challenges and life time challenges. Some of the challenges lead to internal pain which can kill you silently... Internal pain, also known as visceral pain, is a peculiar difficulty. It can be hard to pinpoint the location of the pain. Physical pain can heal up because it's a temporary pain, internal pain it's a life time pain , it doesn't heal up , when it gets better the moment you face any small challenge it will be painful again... The following terminology are related to your body organs, and the definition in brackets is the exert definition of the terms,this will help you to analyse the poem: Magma chamber - The internal part of the chest of the body (The underlying layer where the magma is situated) Magma- A very strong internal pain within the organ of the body ( very hot liquid rock found below the earth's surface) Crater - the mouth where the pain is released (a large hole on top of the volcano) Ash cloud- the effect of the pain towards others when it is been told (occur where a violent explosive eruption ejects volcanic ash into the atmosphere).

Sometimes in life we struggle to say how we feel because we're scared to not be understood and we keep our emotions within and act like everything's fine when in reality it's breaking u inside

Sueño con un paraíso colorido, que el himno nacional sea un latido. The flag will not know bloodshed. Bad people will see what's truly up ahead. Yo quiero que el humano sea humano y que sus acciones no sean en vano. I want people to be treated equally like gold and not falter with the cold words they have been told. I want people to melt that iron in their hearts and make that metal into houses that won't fall apart. The imaginary lines that separate us will be erased and turned into dust. That wall made of blood and distrust, for people that are treated with disgust, will crumble to pieces with their voices. Because what separates us are colorful skin and choices...

To lose the ability to smile from the heart, possessing only a clown's smile, a "laughing-and-weeping smile." To be forced by circumstances to live a life that isn't yours, to assume a persona that isn't yours, and to repeat words that don't carry the pulse of your letters, as if they weren't born from the womb of your nature. To lose the motivation for anything new, for the soul to wander, not knowing what it wants, where it's going, or when it will stop. A feeling that overwhelms you that the past wasn't yours, but rather you were merely a chess piece moved according to the whims of others, aided by your love for some, your trust in others, or perhaps your good intentions. That fear of the unknown that makes you cling to the present, which you reject from the depths of your being. All these contradictions clash until you receive a message from your soul, your heart, and your mind, saying, "Dear human, your reserves of resistance have run out. Please replenish your spirit and soul with hope and life."

I was inspired by a song

A woman who is afraid of spiders and she always experiences intimidation from her classmates until someone helps her a man who is ready to protect her every time she passes by, but someone comes back from abroad.......

He stole my heart, but he does't know who I am Frist book so don' jude

This is a collection of the wild stories my friend has said on the gc's /srs