Истории Disassociation

my vent art

Short Story - Jamie had a normal life-until the storm. When lightning hits, something fractures. His body stays behind... but his mind doesn't. Now he walks invisible staircases. Swims through the sky. Talks to people no one else can see. To the world, Jamie's lost his mind. But he hasn't. He's just no longer in it. In a psychiatric ward where nothing makes sense, Jamie begins to unlock a secret hiding just beneath our reality. One no one wants to believe-until the impossible starts happening on camera. A surreal, gravity-defying psychological sci-fi story about the thin veil between perception and reality.

This isn't a story. This doesn't have a beginning nor an ending. It's merely a peek into my mind and my views on the world. Warnings for dark themes, confusing themes, and things that just don't make sense.

Everything left him feeling a void. It was hard to keep moving when every time you looked in the mirror your eyes met with a stranger. Andrew has always felt disconnected from his real life, his family, his friends. It all feels like an elaborate script he mindlessly follows. He's always hated the way people take one look at him and all they see is someone else. No matter how hard he wants to shout that it isn't the real him. This -isn't- who he is. His own body is a cage. Andrew, terrorized by his thoughts, and his own mother spirals into depression. His chronic abuse pushes him to make a drastic decision... Will his choices lead him to tragedy... or finally finding someone he can relate to?

Hiraeth. yearning, for a home that you cannot return to, no longer exists, or maybe never was. It can also include grief or sadness for who or what you have lost, losses which make your "home" not the same as the one you remember.

A shattered boy. A shattered temper. Shattered ice. Two lives on the line and forever to go.

the sun and moon embraced each other like too lovers, bursting into a ironic shadow of blinding light, eclipse

i am running. i am fleeing for my life. from what, i know, but it has no name known to me. it is my oldest friend and my greatest enemy. it haunts me without end, embracing me in a cold sweat at night and hounding my thoughts in the day. i know i can never escape, but still, i run. i want to go home. it will catch me. and i will die.

a story for when you just want a break. It's basically my story of how i feel and what i see when im happy with what and who i love, hopefully this will also brighten your moods :)

Various short stories that pop into my mind late at night as I struggle to fall asleep.

Short stories about mental health.

so, I've been struggling for a long time now, and I never told anyone about it. I've never opened up. but I met someone who understands how I feel, and I'm beginning to feel again. I don't know how to do it, but I finally feel I can fight. I've been so exhausted. I'm not better, I'm not sure if i ever will be, but I'm not numb, not entirely. I can't say how I'm feeling, or what i am going to write, but if you want it, it's here. This is for you. For everyone who was made to be the villain by those meant to be by their sides. For everyone with a sensitive heart made to grow strong much too quickly. For everyone who struggles to get out of bed in the morning. For everyone who never could find the words to say why. For everyone who struggles to feel and for everyone who feels too much. For everyone who had to pick themselves back up. For everyone who had to parent themselves. For everyone fighting an invisible battle. For everyone who has been underestimated. For everyone who has to flee to other worlds to cope. For everyone who found other means to silence their voices. For everyone who was silenced. For everyone who was over powered. For everyone who was made to be less. For everyone who had to watch someone else suffer and stay silent. For everyone asking themselves, why? Why would you do this? What did I do? Why is this happening to me? It was never your fault.

"hey, papa.... i'm sorry it has been so long. I haven't been well. Actually, I'm not sure whether I can be well at all. I promise to come by soon. I promise I'll stay as long as I can. Please just don't forget me." how my disassociation feels; what I encounter every day.

//AlastorxReader, just and indulgence fic to repent my past cringe.// Your hands entangled in with one other, living in the moment. The lie of a sweet kiss to seal death, it soothed an escape from the true reality. You tailored his suit, knew him by name and face. He knew you as the one who got away and came back to take his heart. ... You made an oath years ago to be a friend to him, just stupid drunk words who didn't know the cruel world that wrote it in stone. Even in death, it never dues you part. ... You make a silly Oath with Alastor. Many years later it comes to bite you as you grew close, but forget this part of yourself as you survival hell and the past.

As an aspiring writer, I am trying to get my works out there in the world where others can enjoy them and provide feedback. This book will contain all of the short stories that I write about the character I have created, a young woman who mocks me while living in my mirror. I wouldn't consider this a story about battling oneself, but more about shedding a light on the parts of oneself that others aren't as in tune with. I may end up using some of these chapters/excerpts in other books I write down the road, but in the mean time they will be here collectively. I hope you enjoy!

Tw: vent stories/poems - read at your own caution (there will be tw's on each chapter of what it details)

There is never a poem I write in which I am not a part of.