Истории Disassociation

Growing up with chronic illness is an emotional journey. This story will describe the feeling of having your soul leave your body. In addition to the experience of being unseen for all the challenges and chapters that come with being chronically ill.

"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.

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

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

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

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.

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 :)

The kind you wish you could see

Beneath the perfect façade she has carefully woven over the years, lies the real her, that is agonized by monsters with every move she makes. The one that she locks in the mirror with her tormentors when the sun sets, only letting her broken self escape to safety when the darkness is quashed by the first rays of light. But what happens when the darkness becomes increasingly longer and the sunlight shorter? On those days when the sun doesn't rise, she follows the assertive voice of the darkness and loses herself along the way. Or, my experience with depression in words. Trigger Warning : Depression, Implied Self Harm, Non-Graphic Descriptions of Violence

Everything that I have to say.

*trigger warning* Just a little something I wrote.

Todoroki Shouto has had a rough life. He has to navigate school while dealing with all the things going on at home and in his own head. To him, he's alone. OR I dump all my own feelings onto Todoroki but with a plot. *I altered Todoroki's backstory, but for the most part it will stay canon **PLEASE READ TAGS ***also posted on ao3

Wake Up

A collection of poems centering around mental illness. This is a place for me to twist my emotions into words that people somehow can relate to.

Short stories about mental health.

Virgil Anxiety Sanders isn't doing so hot. He has no one who makes an effort to make him feel loved. Not anymore. He feels hopeless and depressed. As he lies in bed following a particularly rough day, he recites a sardonic little wish. He wishes to either die or forget all the bad that's happened to him. Through sheer willpower, he manifests his wish of amnesia-- though at a cost. To unwittingly erase memory, a perspective of the past, he erases history. And the only way to truly erase history? To make like it never happened. He's regresses to his ten-year-old self. The Lights are hit with a few revelations about the (literal) kiddo, the Darks feel like they got a second chance, and Thomas-- God, Thomas is just a mess. First part of the "I Need Time to Change Your Mind" story chapter two to be posted October 14 ((already on AO3 and tumblr)) chapter three to be posted October 17 ((already on AO3 and tumblr)) chapter four to be posted October 21 ((already on AO3 and tumblr)) chapter five to be posted October 24 ((already on AO3 and tumblr)) chapter six to be posted October 28 ((already on AO3 and tumblr))

This is a dribble I wrote in high school about my disassociations. I like the concept, but I was really struggling to put the exact feeling into words, and, being a perfectionist, if I can't get something right I usually just give up. Anyway I might continue this one day, especially since quarantine has unfortunately caused a lot more people to struggle with this, myself included, and I'm posting in case someone relates. That's all :)

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?

YANDERE HANNIBAL X OC ~~~~ Hannibal meets Jade, Will's friend and Alana's sister. Jack wants Will and Jade on cases. And when they both have to have therapy sessions with Hannibal Lecter, Jade seems to catch his attention, causing Will to get cautious for he knows.

a short poem