Deprivation قصص

nothing to good

The need to change how we see the world.

It's my life and your lives.

A story about the rough life a girl has gone through (Based on a true story) And how her past haunts her future

Not every story has a happy ending. Witness a mesmerizing sunset in the green fields of Georgian plains following the swate emotions of love, life and happiness

Diana Fosha stated in Undoing Aloneness and the Transformation of Suffering Into Flourishing: AEDP 2.0" that various mental illnesses and emotional/psychological problems arise from experiencing extreme events, stressors, or trauma without emotional support. This book is a memoir that I hope will help will be a guide and source of support for those who are dealing with loneliness, abandonment, social difficulties - maybe even a lack of social support. This is my story. I know there are many books out there on narcissism, attachment in adulthood and childhood attachment. This is my journey to make sense of life and find the peace and joy I once knew. I was once content and connected to another person with whom I was in love. I wrongly believed that my family of origin - a sister and brother, along with my parents - had a capacity to be there emotionally, to demonstrate empathy and compassion. They were not able to do that no matter how bad things got. I was the family scapegoat. Nothing I did was ever enough and I was never accepted within the family. Many psychological problems and mental illnesses might be grounded in a lack of support during times when our emotions overwhelm us (whether we are feeling shy, experiencing social anxiety or during and after trauma). I have worked as a Clinical Social Worker and have kept up to date with the latest knowledge in various fields, including but not limited to, attachment issues, narcissism, 3rd wave cognitive-behavioral therapy, neuroscience, and some innovative new therapy modalities.

Check out Depression 1 too.

A book of poetry.

Just a quick, short entry I wrote about having a mother who is emotionally abusive and having that self realization that I feel will resonate with many and definitely resonates with me sometimes.

A fictional story based off of the real events that took place during the early hours of 1993s Halloween at the Viper room on sunset boulevard. The story is based at the point of River pheonix's death outside the Viper room. This story tells the tale of river and joaquin phenix, and the trauma of holding your brother during his final breath.

just weird stuff. thoughts. feelings. ideas. people. human?

This story is something like a diary for me. I'm writing it so I can get things off my chest that I can't tell people I know personally. If you like it, then I'm happy to write more. If you don't like it, please don't judge me because this is my life.

my poems 🧁 ౨ৎ ⋆｡˚ DISCLAIMER: REALLY BAD HORRIBLY WRITTEN POEMS THAT I HONESTLY DO NOT TAKE PRIDE IN but star and comment if you relate to any of them 🎀

I scream into the empty darkness begging for him to stop, but just like my never ending torture, it does not. Why am I here? I do not know

Every scar tells a story. Relapses are not easy. We've all been there and I hope you know you're not alone in this.