histórias de Findingjoy

"i can't handle living like this anymore. I'm not happy. you wouldn't understand. you've had everything you've ever wanted handed to you on a silver platter. you'll never know what it's like to be me." Okay so this story is entirely satire but basically it's about this 38 year old pit bull named John who loses everything and becomes depressed, and then goes on a journey of self discovery. Read it if you want ig 💀

I never spent time seeking joy. I only spent time making a bed comfortable enough in sadness to bare it. Now, I'll see and work at finding joy. This is a continuation of "We Are the Normal Ones: Memoirs of a Fallen Human".

This is going to be more along the lines of an inspirational story and a way to teach you, and myself to find Joy (or God) in the little moments.

• sequel to A Book of Rhyme, Rhythm, and Time • Life goes on. "Life When Living Awake" explores joy, heartbreak, hurt, loneliness, and learning how to get back up and keep trying. It's about being loved and being hurt and healing from the hurt while being brave enough to love again. It's about finding happiness on your own, and about never giving up. With all the rawness and authenticity of "A Book of Rhyme, Rhythm, and Time," "Life When Living Awake" is a sunrise after a dark night, looking at the hurt behind happiness and the heartache behind the joy that pushes us into tomorrow.

Some are as they seem others are not. So is life, happenings &... • • • There is always another perspective. • Use them to find joy & then embrace it! • a touch of my perspective on the little things • • • I believe some do say, "A picture is worth a thousand words."

Unravel the enigma of a world in flux as we navigate the unknown and discover what lies beneath the surface of our observations.

✨ Story Description ✨ Beatrice Parker has a habit of treasuring the little things most people overlook the laughter that lingers after a joke, the comfort of warm tea on a rainy day, the quiet beauty of sunsets, and the way music can turn even ordinary moments into memories. To her, life is stitched together not by grand events, but by tiny sparks of joy the ones that make every day worth remembering. This is a story about finding happiness in the smallest places and holding onto it with both hands.

This story is about a girl named Joy. She had a troubled childhood and now has to find hope and happiness throughout her life.

Some memories cling like shadows in a silent room, echoing a friendship that vanished too soon. She moves through the world unseen, carrying fragments of loss and quiet longing, unsure if anyone could ever reach the corners of her heart. Then, without warning, a glance, a laugh, a shared moment of warmth begins to unravel the solitude she's carried for so long. In that fragile space, she feels it-the slow, uncertain bloom of joy, the fragile pulse of hope, the sense that maybe, just maybe, happiness is something she can touch again.

A boy and a girl are sent to a foster home as children and form a strong friendship. They share everything, even a bed.

"She had everything money could buy, but her soul was starving. He had nothing but the rain, and he was a king." Maya is the CEO of Sterling Tech-a woman made of steel, deadlines, and a silence that has lasted for years. Her life is a perfectly calibrated machine until a red light at a rain-slicked intersection changes everything. Across the street, a stranger named Vivaan is dancing. He isn't running for cover; he is breathing in a way Maya forgot was possible. Through a cracked car window, their eyes meet for a heartbeat, and a truth they can't name takes hold. One tear. One smile. One storm. In a city of millions, two strangers are about to find out that the most expensive things in life aren't things at all-they are the moments we almost drive past.

"hello, this is helping hotline, how may i help you?" "i think i'm depressed." ••• in which a girl unknowingly calls her best friend and tells her she's depressed.

Tell me... When it'll all be over....

Poetry from a girl with a lot to say and even more to write. I update every Saturday at least, and occasionally throughout the week. This is my first story, so all feedback is appreciated. Hope you enjoy! -Dedicated to Jaelyn Richardson. Love ya bunches friend