Helpyourself Stories

It's always been like, I don't love you or even like you back. Who am I to give you suggestions? #1 in helpyourself - 13.8.25

A tale of redemption, as Kiesha battles her inner demons to find solace in an unexpected encounte

You might be going through a bad time, you might not. Everyone goes through something, even those who don't seem like it. If you are going through something maybe these can help, all you have to do is listen. If you want help, don't be afraid to take it.

My Journal is a daily messages of hope sadness, joy, depression, happiness,... Etc. It is about how life goes and the different emotions we feel in our journey on this earth.

We all have a special goal to reach. But what does it take to be a good person? Ask for help, love or even a friend to talk to. I am always here. :)

I wrote some of this for my English class and ended up loving it and wanted to share it and some of it is just things I've gone through and feeling I wanted to write about. If it could help anyone or give anyone encouragement I would be more than happy.

TW: Suicide Attempts ED Self Harm Kinda poetry or not really honestly I don't care what you call it. Don't use this anywhere in anyway without consent.

Well here I Am I'm still here still breathing still laughing I'm from greater Manchester pretty normal upbringing well to some! I'm one of two i have an older still who was born with spines bifida which in lane mans terms Means she can't feel anything from the waist down Kerry's so was never able to walk, Kerry's spina bifida as bad as you can get it so through life more and more problems reared the nasty little head! But Kerry is the reason I'm the way i am and is a very special person and touch so many people in so many ways and there's my amazing parents who never treated us any different We where both spoilt rotten but not to much! This is my story my life dirt and all and take away what you will!

My gibberish thoughts, that I happen to have an extremely excessive amount at midnight, written black on white, like stars in the dark sky. Why I'm writing this? Simple answer. - If I want to not forget who I am, I need to remember who I was. -eMa

From PROBLEM to POEM in 7 steps the Why, Where, When, What, Who, How & Wow of writing poetry Ai Ni and Ronaldo made this book to help poor people in Haiti, to build a school and teach them the art of a happy life. A warning upfront from the editor: DON'T READ THIS BOOK From problem to poem in seven small steps? You don't want to know him, Ronaldo*, the plebs. Do you hope to learn something? You'll end up frustrated. This bundle is pointless: Art can't be dictated. Ronaldo's religion, In God's eyes: a sin. Just plain entertain meant And end with a grin. [*Editor's Note: In this illiterary no-work-at-all, I only insult Ronaldo7 Siète, the typist of this collection of erors and misstakes, an arrogant know-it-all who hopes to become as rich and famous as CR7, that handsome Ronaldo who makes goals and creates art on football fields.]

Why it is so important and what we can do to save it

What makes your heart grow lighter? Is it the sound of a child laughing? Is it the sense of achievement of your educational or professional goals? Is it the warm, tingling sensation you get after you have made love? Is it when you take a walk amongst the greens of the world? Whatever may stimulate it, carrying a light heart is one of the most elated experiences a human will ever have. For a minute there, you don't feel like you owe the universe your existence. You don't have to prove and justify your being, you don't have to say and do the right thing. And you want this minute to stretch into hours, perhaps expand into your lifetime. At this very moment, when you have let your guards down and are trying to draw in all the tranquility you possibly could, depression hits you with all its force. It engulfs you back in its arms, mocking you for trying to escape. Like a manipulative lover, it knows all your secrets, but is wicked enough to use them against you. It uses tricks like anxiety and angst to diminish your self-worth. Fighting back with all your strength may not be an option. Ignoring it till it goes away will also not work. Savera is a woman of 28, who is precisely a second away from the depression clutching her back in its arms. This is her story. It may not be a happy story, turn away right now if you want your tranquility to embrace you a bit longer. Rest assured, depression will find a way to you one way or the other. Reading this may or may not help you, but it will tell you that you are not alone.

It's over if you let it be.

A poem about survival. There are just times that you felt suffocated about something. May it might be from work, family, friends and many things more. However, it will always be our self that helps us overcome this feeling.

Hope is a kind of emotion and a kind of motivation, where nothing works, hope works.

PINK X BATTERIES PROLOUGE Having love for batteries is a strange thing. Loving dead people and animals are pretty freakin weird but loving batteries were pinks little pleasure. "PINK X BATTERIES" "MY LIFE IS LIKE PINKS BATTERIES" her online friends joked constantly about her batteries, what they didn't think was that all the times she got flustered by the topic she actually took a liking to her batteries. "They wouldn't support us!" she cried out to her non actually living lover. "I love you! But this isn't healthy" sighing she sat down on the edge of her bed. "Hiding ourselves like this isn't healthy..." SKORA PROLOUGE - Flustered Skye looked down as her friends teased her about how awesome her and Sora would be together. "If anything he's a annoying brother!" Stomping off she sat down at a nearby bench. "It's to embarrassing!" She squealed at the thought covering her hands with her tomoato red face. GWAGE PROLOGUE - "Holy chicken shits you two are tooooooo Adorable not to ship together!" Squealed Gwyns spasmstic friend Naomi. The pair looked down flushed with a bright red. "It nothing like that!" Squeaked out the ever so shy Mage, "It's... Its just that I..." He face scrunched up as she looked for the right words. Gwyn looked down in anticipation to hear her say those sacred words. Those sacred words he would never allow himself to believe but in that moment he didn't care for the past or the future only the present. The present was Him and Mage.

These are poems i wrote about my struggles and other peoples struggles with mental disorders, personality disorders, and mood disorders. also just about general crappiness so i hope you enjoy :)

Hey, lazy doing that biomass assignments? Here's a summary of it. Help yourself

super unprofessional, spur of the moment thing that idk. IM MOSTLY RANTING ABOUT BOOKS.

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