Dissociation Stories

She stopped crying long before anyone thought to ask why. Years later, the truth surfaces, not in chaos, but in quiet, controlled pieces. A conversation. A realization. A reckoning that arrives too late to change what was already made. Some things break. Some things become something else.

A troubled fifteen-year-old boy grows attached to the girl who gives him solace-a girl who may not be entirely real. . . . a short novel

Thae Quell is a cleaner with multiple criminal records at the main base in Motherland so now she has no choice but to join the expedition team to lessen her serving time. That's when she finally learns the truth about humanity's situation.

All about DID and OSDD, mostly just things that we wish were talked about more (Still being written)

In One's room, Black Hole dreams and wishes things are normal and work out. (Or, a set of prose poems that dive into a silly circle's months of captivity.) CW/TW: Dissociation, Unreality, Isolation, and The Slightest Bit of Psychological Horror. Also, there are some GIFS just in case there's any sensory sensitivities. There isn't any flashing but be safe :) !!

A person finds an unexpectedly affordable manor and settles into a quiet routine. Is choosing comfortable delusion over unbearable truth an act of cowardice or mercy?

It is a one-shot about Will who has a dissociative fantasy with his beloved Hannibal, but with a bad twist.

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.

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::

Writing this either shows how stuck up and self involved I am or the fact I just don't give a shit what others think. It's so I understand my life and what I'm going through because I forget thanks to think Go I have. I want to get better and this could be the way. It's literally a diary of mine that you can read, there will be mini essays along the way on different subject matters so yeah boi

This is a story to help people deal with and understand Abuse. Especially emotional abuse. Abuse. It really hurts me when I see families, talk to their child, then the child refuses to lock eye contact, shed emotions. I T I S I M P O S S I B L E ! You will get smacked in the head, for you acting as a misbehaved child. It's a tradition! Emotions are linked to our tradition! When you don't know how to cope with your emotions, you will be rejected, leaving permanent scars to your relationship/s. The reason for this book is for you to take this, read it. Once you are reading it you will find out methods of use to deal with such abuse Stay safe -CBL

While only a small percentage of people have serious mental illnesses, mental health affects everyone's daily life. It's not just for those with severe social anxiety. It's not just for those who are suicidal. It applies to everyone and it's just as important for those who don't have mental health issues like that. This is an introduction to understanding this, this is not to be used as a professional diagnosis.

╔═══*.·:·.☽✧ ✦ ✧☾.·:·.*═══╗ 🍂 a kinda sad short story? 🍂 ╚═══*.·:·.☽✧ ✦ ✧☾.·:·.*═══╝ ☾ ⋆*･ﾟ:⋆*･ﾟ imagine: cold night, your window is still open, your room is a mess, *you* are a mess, you just woke up from a nap... and you get a text. a call link, to be specific, partnered with a paragraph. oh, this will be fun. ⋅•⋅⋅•⋅⊰⋅•⋅⋅•⋅⋅•⋅⋅•⋅∙∘☽༓☾∘∙•⋅⋅⋅•⋅⋅⊰⋅•⋅⋅•⋅⋅•⋅⋅•⋅ "i would love it if this decision was respected." a professional tone had creeped into rue's voice over the span of the call. she was treating me like an acquaintance. after all that we had been through? directing my gaze to the red button at the bottom of the call interface, i waited for my friend... former friend to say something more. she didn't. "you've got it, rue." and then she was gone without a goodbye. fuck. ╔═══*.·:·.☽✧ ✦ ✧☾.·:·.*═══╗ 🍂 written (1) ;; 10.25.21 🍂 🍂 written (2) ;; 10.26.21 🍂 ╚═══*.·:·.☽✧ ✦ ✧☾.·:·.*═══╝ // based off of personal experience but like... names are changed and some of the situation is changed because like. it's personal. i feel like getting feelings out with writing is good, so i wrote this. take all of it with a grain of salt 'cause i am very tired and listening to loud music. like... i started writing this on a whim because listening to turn off the lights by p!atd just made me lose my mind tonight for some reason.

Phil attends hybrid auctions to try to save as many kids from the trade as he can. They each have their own trauma to work through. Think found family but instead of fostering, Phil gains them in a sketchy way. Not really sure where this is going to go but we'll see Ps: This is about the characters, not the real people Updates Sundays and Wednesdays Cross Posted on AO3

Once there were seven friends, who loved each other like family. They had just gotten comfortable at college, pursuing their futures, when one by one those futures are violently ripped away. "A house filled with the memories of seven, but only one left to remember." (Book 1 of the ODAFR series)

Birth is a celebration of beauty and pure love here in the sanctuary. Every child presented to the Lord and gets accepted with holy hands. The Voice welcomes you to become a vessel for Lord and you will live your life with bliss. Fay's birth celebration was a joyous one. The sound of Lord's daughter's cries was the sweet sound of purity. Fay held her daughter and prayed to Lord. That she would grow into the mold they created. Lord heard Fay's prayers. Fay asked. Lord answered. {PLEASE READ TAGS BEFORE GETTING INTO THIS} I will be putting warnings before chapters that has themes such as Gore, SA, and Suicide. This story contains heavy religious themes along with themes those sensitive to religious trauma might find unsettling. This story is 100% fiction. Vendela is my My Hero Academia Villain oc and this is her book. {So far the mature tag is turned off. Once this book contains themes listed in the tags the mature tag will be turned on. Keep that in mind if u wish to add this to your library} This book is heavily Christian based but the religion shown here is not Christianity nor Catholicism.

In Hell, everything is a broadcast. When Valentino tightens his grip on Angel Dust, the Hazbin Hotel becomes more than a failed dream of redemption-it becomes a battleground. As Vox hijacks the airwaves and Alastor answers with teeth bared behind a smile, contracts begin to crack, signals bleed into reality, and power shifts in ways Hell hasn't seen in decades. With Lucifer Morningstar stepping in, Rosie closing Cannibal Town's ranks, and the hotel's residents forced to confront what "freedom" actually costs, Static in the Red Light is a dark, emotionally charged novel-length Hazbin Hotel fanfic about abuse, survival, found family, and the terrifying hope of choosing yourself. Recovery isn't pretty. Redemption isn't clean. And Hell is always watching.

a poem a day in july

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.