Derealisation Stories

personal experiences with dissociation

TW: DEREALISATION, DEPRESSION, SELF-HARM, BODY DYSPHORIA, MENTIONS OF DEATH (Please say if there is any other triggering subjects in the story) Story about the life of Lilly White. Stuck in a never-ending cycle of surviving, and her own mind. She is soon to realise, it will certainly get worse before it gets better.

She's grown up surrounded by despair. Her only friend is a bear - soft, worn, and maybe alive, with what feels like a beating heart. In an abusive family where innocence shouldn't exist, the line between what's real and what's simply a prayer begins to blur.

A group of friends decide to move in together to save a bit of money to live on their own. They end up finding a house and stay, but it's really old, and something feels kind of off. What secrets are trapped within?

tw!! mental illnesses, depression, derealisation, ed see the world from a mentally ill person point of view;) its a bunch of short stories:0 idk what to say here, just read it<3 hope you'll like it!!! ~ val;3

Share this moment with a fragile teen, living hopelessly in a romanctic fantasy.... .... Please excuse the writing. I used my own personal experience while writing this (as a young teen). It's unedited and will stay this way.

Short - 'Now, the first thing you have to understand about me, is that I know exactly where my place is in the world, I just don't know what that world looks like, how it turns, or even if it turns at all.' Brighton Pier, 1923 James Griffin, seventeen, is a boy 'tainted'. After the war, his world shattered into a million shards, each one carved with their own story, each one as real to him as the next. The earth sang a different tune, each sound as passionate and tormented, each life as unfamiliar, every voice a liar. But this story is not about him, but Walter Smith of London. A well-educated man with a simple yet intellectually brilliant mind. In a challenging and unnamable love, Walter is the only man that has the ability to piece together James' thoughts, and thus connect the lost shards of his world.

heyyy guyyyss i love writing poetry but i've just started and it might be a bit shit but here u go anyways.

This is a Backrooms Aiden x Reader book! I've literally read all of the Backrooms content to exist so... why not write my own? It's probably going to be really cringe looking back at this but who cares. Enjoy! #1 in 'weirdcore' 8th August 2023 #1 in 'liminal' 9th August 2023 #1 in 'falsereality' 17th September 2023 #1 in 'derealisation' 20th September 2023

[ EN & NL ] we'll be okay some day, but first we'll have to get through all of this. --- quotes, poems and reminders for everyone who feels unhappy, forgotten, suicidal and everything in between... *daily updates* or i try to at least

"The Story of My Life" is a deeply personal collection of poems inspired by real experiences from my past. Each piece captures a moment, emotion, or memory that together reveal the journey of who I am-told through raw, honest, and heartfelt words.

"He didn't hate himself though. He just hated the fact of being worthless. He hated that people's attention wasn't aimed at him. No matter what he did there was always someone better. His effort was just useless for others. He didn't things for himself. He had never been doing it for his own pleasure." Bakugou's life had never been pleasant or amusing in any possible way, in fact it was just very hard. Sometimes he really wished he was dead but the love to people's attention directed at him, which was very rare incident, was simply way too much than just another reason to stay alive until one very sad morning which was the start of awful events for him and his whole family but with interesting person who was going to change his whole life. -------------------------- Basically just aroace bakugou meeting the reader (gender neutral) and they become besties very fun I would say totally no sad stuff only cool vibes Tw: - derealisation - major character death

Flashes of stimuli are what make up a memory. Every moment is gone the second it is born, stored as memories. So if reality is made up of memories, is reality only a certain set of stimuli? Does that mean reality only exists in our own minds?

"and her footsteps echoed in the hallway, overpowered by the steps in which she took months before." Love Aoki is a 15 year old student living in Japan, or is she? She doesn't feel like she belongs there, she's always felt.. Off in some way. The touch of a needle, the scent of lavender, it wasn't what it was when she was a kid.

Idk :/

If you have problems going on, I'm here to listen TW: derealization/depersonalization (technically like existential crisis) (and other things im not sure will pop up yet, but i will be adding them)