Helpinghand Stories

More bits and pieces of my life. Be warned not always pretty. Read at your own risk.

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Why does GOD allow us to suffer if He loves us? Why did God let this happen to me, I thought He cared for me? How can God be so great and not save me from this? I have asked myself these questions for most of my life. I have learned the hard way, bumping my head every time, but I now have a clear mind about WHY GOD does certain things. If you'll let me, I'd like to share them with you. Perhaps, you'd find clarity too. "The Lord your God, He is mighty to save. He will take great delight in you, He will quiet you with His love." - Zephaniah 3:17

She can't handle her OCD alone. He helps. Trigger warning. It probably isn't the best idea to read this book if your OCD isn't in a good place. Trust me. Add it to your library and revisit it when your OCD is in a better place.

Chester's cane is his eyes, but it can't do what eyes do best: read. Cover photo by Herman Brinkman

A collection of my poems...

Daphne has finally practiced her profession after working and studying abroad. She starts anew in her hometown and craves for more experience and collaborative efforts with other expertise. Will she able to achieve these interdiscplinary approach as she make her way through the dental industry? Join Daphne's story as she's about to enter another chapter of her life after dental school.

These are poems that I had created.

A set of poems I've written. As I mature so do my poems. Enjoy.

It was terrifying starting my Youtube channel, but now I wish to share (through prose) what I did not say in my videos. Hopefully, this book will allow you to get to know me, and my experience. It is so hard managing a YouTube! There are so many technicalities I had no clue existed on the viewing side of the like button!

A Spirit that helps others realize their wants, and needs.

How important can our hands be? Well, much more than we give them credit for. Here's to the many functions that our hands perform everyday and how in the fight against COVID-19, washing our hands often to control and prevent the spread of the virus, can help keep us healthy.

Hello, this isn't a story but this is something which might help you. If you are feeling sad, lonely, devasted, insecure or any bad feeling I would like you to read it and hope it will help.

in this, I example things about depression sorry if it's boring. In this, I explain things about depression that some people don't know about it

Read this book and I want to help you change your mind. No, I DON'T know your story. No, I DON'T know what your life's like. No, I DON'T Know what you have been through. But I want this story to show you people DO CARE. Talk to ME I'll ALWAYS listen. I'M here for you. Not everyone will SHOW you but they DO CARE. Suicide is NEVER the answer. Suicide DOESN'T take away the pain, it GIVES the pain to someone else. I LOVE YOU! Go to this link for a list of International Suicide Hotlines: http://im-just-lucy.tumblr.com/suicidehotlines

Lost as Alice. Mad as the hatter. "Sanjit! Sanjit help me please! Help Sanjit! Nooo!" Sanjit woke with a start. She couldn't get those memories out of her head. They turned into nightmares. All thanks to the bullies that never went away. They killed her Annie. Her Mitch matched eyes blinked away the tears. "Will Sanjit get through her horrible past? Or will her past catch up to her, suffocating her, drowning her... Ending her existence?" Sanjit narrated. I am the painting of nothing. Someone, please get your brushes. Start painting.