Feelingtoomuch Stories

A writing about a special moment shared with a special someone

"In the depths of our emotions, we often feel alone. But what if you knew you weren't the only one? My writing is a connection, a reminder that your feelings are valid and shared by others. Through my words, I aim to bridge the gap between solitude and solidarity to whisper 'you're not alone'. Pic credit:- Pintrest

What if your emotions arrive too fast, hit too hard, and sink too deep? Borderline Personality Disorder is often misunderstood. This book explores what it really feels like to live inside overwhelming emotion, unstable identity, and the constant search for balance.

random writings. for those who feel too much.

Sometimes you feel like you aren't good enough, that the people around you are bothered by you. you feel like a burden to all the hearts which you want to protect. This poem is about how I personally feel as a burden to everyone around me, how I feel when those hearts which mean the most to me treat me like I don't exist. Also, Apologies, I know I'm not good at what I'm writing, But I am trying to improve.

"Tired Feels Heavier Than Heartbreak" I am tired. Not the kind of tired sleep can fix. The kind that settles deep inside your chest after being hurt too many times by people who swore they cared. The kind that comes from forgiving too much, staying soft in a world that mistakes kindness for weakness, and pretending you are okay while quietly falling apart. This is for the people who smile with heavy hearts. For the ones who learned how to survive disappointment. For the ones who keep loving gently, even after life taught them how cruel people can be. Because sometimes, heartbreak is not the worst pain. Sometimes, it is exhaustion. The exhaustion of feeling unwanted. Misunderstood. Too much. Or somehow never enough. A collection of quiet wounds, unspoken feelings, and thoughts that ache louder at 2 a.m.-when loneliness feels unbearable and tired feels heavier than heartbreak. Maybe you will find pieces of yourself here. Or maybe this book will simply sit beside your sadness and whisper, "I understand."

She didn't speak often, but her silence carried stories. In study, in hunger, in memory and voice- she found pieces of herself stitched into metaphors. She Was Made of Metaphors is a collection of short stories that bloom in quiet places- in the warmth of a father's voice, the ache of forgotten food, the weight of words that linger too long. If you've ever listened too deeply, missed something too invisible, or felt too much for this loud world- these pages were waiting for you. - written by Nairü