Medication Stories

Continuation of Little Stranger

This boy isn't crazy. That one didn't kill anyone. And the one over there didn't start the fire. Not the one that put him in this place, anyway. But the last one here definitely has something wrong with him. Everything starts when Harry is sent off to a mental institution. One thing leads to the next until you've got a room full of crazies with stories to tell. One doctor isn't enough to save these boys. You're going to need a whole room full. Too bad that isn't an option.

Battling depression from the tragic death of his loved ones, 17 year old Axl Avery is being accused of a murder he did not commit, but how can he prove his innocence, when he can't even maintain his own sanity?

Different poems that describe life and situations at best. Let the emotions and feelings sink in. Read and let these words explore your emotions and creativity.

This is a raw, unfiltered journey into one life shaped by trauma, inherited chaos, panic attacks, blackouts, anxiety, and depression. Every detail is laid bare - medications that didn't help, substances that amplified fear, tremors caused by trauma, and the long shadow of family patterns. From childhood tremors to adult panic attacks, from inherited anxiety to surviving blackouts in public, Alex recounts the moments that almost broke them and the strategies that keep them alive. This story is a letter to their mother, a plea for understanding, a vivid exploration of mental health struggles, and an honest reflection of a life shaped by inherited and personal trauma. It is about surviving, recognizing patterns, and demanding acknowledgment. This is not a dramatization; it is lived experience, bone-deep and flesh-deep, requiring empathy and attention from anyone who reads it.

People had been getting sick, not just a couple of people, a lot of people. They were getting violently sick, emphasis on the violent part. this fic is on ao3 too but the chapters are longer, same story but I wanted to make a longer fic. less chapters on ao3 but basically the same i did not make the cover, i forgot who made these silly little guys (maybe probably frerard and maybe probably other silly ships)

A poem that may have a different meaning than one might think at first glance...

You're alone in your house when suddenly you hear foot steps. A man is in the house too. When the police arrive you are the only one home and they say you've gone insane. But have you? Theres a little girl that shows up in times of despair and she always seems to know exactly what you need. They lock you up in a Psychiatric Ward but nobody seems to understand what you're trying to say. Can you make it out of there before things get worse?

let me down slowly nothin' matters but ur body making a mockery of me loving me is all i need bby ♡poetry♡

Poems about depression, love, life, anxiety, body dysmorphia, suicide, self harm, and occasionally politics. I hope you enjoy the things that make me, Coffee and Divination. Updated as I write new poetry I deem decent enough for the public eye.

A poem and letter to all the troubles that not only I have, but that others have as well.

(Originally, this was a project for school but since my teacher was so excited about it i chose to upload it) A short horror story about a little girl and the gruesome discovery she made.

Jasper Huang. A Chinese Billionaire's son. His life seems so great that everyone didn't know he had a problem. He was diagnosed with Alexithymia or "Unable to feel emotions". He did medications, but nothing shows improvement. He was just a doll that copied what everyone else was doing. Until he met his childhood friend Lin Xia. Lin Xia filled his life with so many colors. - Please Vote and Comment if you like the story :) - And I'm sorry if the cultural details in this story is kinda off. Because I have never been an american or lived there before.

How alence met

Hi I'm Mark I am in a mental institution. I have to escape. I am here because I am a big conspiracy theorist, and I have visions. I see things I shouldn't, and it is dangerous for my future!

Just a little thing that's been tough for me, there will be swearing, the mentions of medication are all prescribed medications called ritilan I can't spell it.

Saving myself from myself through writing. My inner thoughts and feelings showcased through writings and photography.

A low quality vent.

Maisie finds out that her mother had been lying to her and giving her fake medication to surpress who she really was, her mother tried to explain it to her daughter Maisie, as Maisie took off into the night, panicked and stressed, it had been six days since she last took her medication. Maisie suddenly wakes up in the hospital bed.

a thought diary from a girl like me. tw: sh, ed, sa, bipolar episodes, panic attacks, homophobia and transphobia, manipulation and phycological abuse mostly just mentions but y'know.