Dissociation Stories

The sky doesn't remember the sun. I don't either. Everything is grey. Faces, voices, even my own hands-they feel like someone else's. I move, but I'm not sure where. Time passes, or maybe it doesn't. Sometimes there is light, not enough to see or to soften the shadows, but enough to make me notice that something exists outside of the void. I do not know who I am anymore, but I remember being small and safe, and for even just a moment, it seems possible to reach again. The light doesn't announce itself. It falls in sharp but small fragments that touch your skin-at first, they feel like a threat, but at last, harmony calls. I wanted to hide inside the darkness; I was too burdensome to reach the light. For the first time, I finally let the gaze of soft light linger.

Elara Vale is fifteen years old and already exhausted. After her parents die in a drunk-driver crash, Elara becomes the only constant in her brother Sam's life. Sam is eighteen, autistic, and fragile in ways the world does not forgive easily. He needs routines. Quiet. Certainty. Elara gives him all of it, even when it costs her sleep, friends, and pieces of herself she doesn't know how to name. School is something she endures. She starts to believe school is another word for Hell. Authority makes her anxious. Teachers feel unpredictable. Then suddenly she finds out like the other students at Blackwood High that her strict professor has died due to extreme circumstances And In his place arrives Professor Lucien Ward. He is calm. Charismatic. Impossible to resist. Students confess secrets they never meant to speak. Teachers obey without realizing they've chosen to. The school begins to feel less like a building and more like a system tightening around everyone inside it. Everyone bends to him. Everyone except Elara. Elara soon realises Professor Ward isn't who she thinks he is. Hiding in plain sight - not as a monster, but as a force that understands how minds move, how choices form, how free will breaks. Elara doesn't resist him because she's strong. She resists him because something inside her is missing. And for the first time in centuries, the Devil has found a mind he cannot enter. This is not a love story. This is not a redemption story. This is the story of control, grief, and what happens when the mechanism behind human choice becomes aware it's being watched. And once Lucifer notices the vacancy inside Elara Vale, he has only one question left: Can something empty still be owned?

"You're just like Dad," Toby said. The silence that had followed had been so heavy. Ethan had stood up from where he'd been hiding behind the open refrigerator door and peered over at Toby and his face paled. Francis, without his hearing aids, had caught the harsh words that formed Toby's lips and he stared, eyes wide, at his second-oldest brother. Jasper froze. Toby stepped closer. "That's right, Jaz. You're just like Dad." Jasper looked up at Toby. Their eyes bore into one another. "Fuck you," Jasper said and he'd pushed up from the table - tripped over his own two feet - and gone down. Edgar's dead. Jasper's in AA-after being told by Toby that he doesn't want to see him until he smartens up. Now, with just him, his two younger brothers and their Mum, Ethan and Francis will barely even look at him, and Toby feels like his life is falling apart. Again. [Inspired by the chapter 'Talk Later' in The Marauders By Pengiwen Order Of The Phoenix Part 3]

Kaira has always been strong - or at least that's the lie she learned to live with. Because strength means nothing when the enemy you fear... lives inside your own mind. Her past doesn't visit her in memories. It attacks her in dreams, in the silence between breaths, and in the voices that don't always feel like her own. Some days she wakes as herself. Some days... she doesn't. There is a child inside her who cries to be held. A protector who whispers warnings in the dark. And a darker presence - the one with trembling hands, the one who remembers the night Kaira swears never happened. Everyone tells her to "face her fears." But how do you confront a truth buried in the versions of you that rise when you're too weak to fight? Kaira has spent years running, healing, breaking, trying again. But wounds don't close just because she's exhausted. Some pains don't fade - they wait. And when the memories finally claw their way back, Kaira must decide whether to survive them... or take revenge on the past that stole her life. This is the story of a girl at war with her own mind - and the selves who might save her... or destroy her.

I am not 'promoting or glamarising' mental illness. I'm writing my own thoughts as a way of release. I don't expect many people to read this but it's more of a diary. Adding this to your reading lists or commenting would mean a lot, though. The majority of these quotes are my own.

"What doesn't kill you makes you stronger" is bullshit. What doesn't kill you threatens to eat you alive. Time brings healing, and healing brings the ability to allow yourself to feel and become strong.

𝐈𝐍 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐂𝐇 ↳ daniel's there for every piece of corbyn started: february 1, 2021 finished:

No one notices. They have a comeback and no one notices. They travel to Japan fifteen times in three months and no one notices. They do a short concert series in Seoul and no one notices. Jeongin survives six months from realising it's happening and no one notices.

A poetry book written during a darker time in my life, covering topics like addiction and relapse along with happy and romantic moments. Although the original title was different I choose this title to represent how writing was a light in the dark. Includes trigger warnings in each chapter.

It's getting so much harder for him to concentrate lately, his mind whispers him things that he should flinch at- he doesn't though- and everything just seems so dull. It's way more fun to drink vodka and play with matches. Something that's he's been doing a lot of lately. ~~~ Warnings: reference to previous self harm, dissociation, alcohol/drunkness & swearing.

I'm basically just ranting about random stuff, writing down my weird dreams, or giving brain damage to the ones who have brain cells left... Read at your own risk! I will try to put warnings, or triggers before anything that might cause alarm. If I miss something, tell me. ✨EnJoY✨

A collection of quiet breakdowns no one sees. Inner monologues, hidden pain, and the thoughts they never say out loud. These are the moments behind the smiles, the silence behind the strength.

our journey as a system! - this will be chapters of interviews between Claire and the other alters talking about their life and experiences in the system. - Claire is an archivist and is interviewing other alters to obtain knowledge of how life was at the beginning of our journey. - Jann is one of the oldest alters and may be the oldest. He is the main protecter and deals with a lot of shit to say the least. however, with the help of friends and family, he has grown as a person (because I don't think he can be any taller) and has learned how to love. - Bee is also one of the OG alters, she was created after the original host split into who is now bee and Ari. Bee is the most optimistic person ever but that doesn't mean she will tell you to ignore your problems, she will help anyone with anything. She will care for you like you're her child; she is the definition of Daniela Wytte from hooky. - Axel is one of our veteran goofballs, he came in a while back and is in the top 5 of OG alters. He used to tease Jann a lot for fun and that led to them dating, now they tease each other even more. Axel is Australian and doesn't hide it, you can count on him showing his accent in full form. He always takes care of Jann whenever he needs is as well as bee.

short poems quick to consume easy to digest no sugar added lightweight low calorie ::tw - like everything, especially eating disorders. don't read these. they're about personal experiences and i don't mean to glorify or encourage anyone to partake in these habits::

A collection of spoken word and prose poetry exploring what it means to break and to begin again. These are the fragments we collect after the storm: the moments of pain, clarity and quiet strength that form the long, imperfect act of healing. Each piece is a confession, a reflection, a reminder that sometimes survival itself is an art form. These are not perfect poems. They are fragments of thoughts, echoes of pain and quiet confessions written when the world became too heavy to hold.

It's 2038. The androids are rising up all over the United States, and at the head of it all, Seàn Anderson is starting to doubt his own mind. Can Seàn figure out his own humanity in order to save everyone else's? ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Word Count: 17,464 Top Rankings! 19 in 'identity' (in the top .33%) 72 in 'humanity' (in the top 1.8%) 208 in 'disorder' (in the top 2.45%) 256 in 'of' 166 in 'humanity'

it took me a while before i knew. just a collection of random poems

Days of emotions.

//I do own the cover. You can find me on tumblr if you're interested @probablynothumanish I'm better at uploading on there than I am on here, so if you're interested in this story, I try to upload on tumblr every night. Whatever happens on your skin - writing, bruises, tattoos, cuts - appears on the skin of your soulmate. Virgil never liked the idea of soulmates in general. It seemed too easy, too good to be true. He had planned on ignoring his forever, but when he finds out he has not one but three, it gets a little bit harder to ignore