Mental-disorder Stories

Ava Hayes is twenty, reckless, and very good at pretending she's okay. Between college parties, alcohol, late-night hookups and a group of friends who would do anything for her, she's built a life loud enough to drown out the memories she's spent six years trying to forget. Then she meets Ethan Carter. He isn't supposed to become important. But the closer Ethan gets, the harder it becomes for Ava to hide the parts of herself she's spent years running from. Because some secrets don't stay buried forever. And some things can't be drowned.

Cassie Routledge has always known what it meant to be a Pogue. She knows the Cut. She knows the poverty. She knows the trouble. She knows that when the world turns against you, you stick with your own people. Between broken laws and chaos, JJ Maybank was the closest thing Cassie had to paradise. But nothing lasts forever. Paradise was never on earth. It was the people who made you forget you were drowning.

Quelia is a small town that's surrounded by forest, doesn't use electric lighting, and has a confusing amount of visitors passing through. And wolves that treat the Forest Park through the center of the town as part of their territory. The people of Quelia try their best to live alongside the animals including Alissanda, who moved there a year ago. Working at the cafe, trying to support her friend in a toxic relationship and dealing with a self-sabotaging mind, she feels she already has her hands full. Until a terrified little boy steps into the cafe looking for warmth, latches onto Alissanda and the wolves of Quelia start moving concerningly closer. Is she losing her mind or do they actually understand her? Someone's hunting from the shadows and Alissanda may be the only thing standing between the boy and monsters that have nothing to do with fables. When wolves reveal themselves to be more than what they seem, Alissanda is dragged into world she thought only existed in stories and thrown into a war she didn't know was raging. *** Trigger warning: Depression, mentions of suicidal ideation, abuse and violence.

(RE-PUBLISHED AND SLIGHTLY EDITED) ────────────୨ৎ──────────── ✦"𝑰 𝒘𝒂𝒏𝒕 𝒕𝒐 𝒑𝒓𝒐𝒕𝒆𝒄𝒕 𝒚𝒐𝒖." 𝑯𝒆 𝒘𝒉𝒊𝒔𝒑𝒆𝒓𝒆𝒅, 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒈𝒂𝒛𝒆 𝒇𝒊𝒙𝒆𝒅 𝒐𝒏 𝒚𝒐𝒖, 𝒂 𝒔𝒆𝒓𝒊𝒐𝒖𝒔 𝒍𝒐𝒐𝒌 𝒊𝒏 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒆𝒚𝒆𝒔. "𝑴𝒚 𝒍𝒊𝒇𝒆'𝒔 𝒑𝒓𝒆𝒕𝒕𝒚 𝒔𝒂𝒇𝒆. 𝑨𝒏𝒅 𝒃𝒆𝒔𝒊𝒅𝒆𝒔, 𝒊𝒇 𝑰 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒏𝒆𝒆𝒅 𝒑𝒓𝒐𝒕𝒆𝒄𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈, 𝑰 𝒄𝒂𝒏 𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒕 𝒐𝒏 𝑲𝒂𝒊𝒕𝒍𝒚𝒏." 𝒀𝒐𝒖 𝒓𝒆𝒔𝒑𝒐𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒅 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒂 𝒍𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒆𝒅 𝒓𝒆𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒌, 𝒄𝒂𝒖𝒔𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒉𝒊𝒎 𝒕𝒐 𝒇𝒓𝒐𝒘𝒏 𝒊𝒏 𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒏𝒂𝒍 𝒕𝒖𝒓𝒎𝒐𝒊𝒍. 𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝒐𝒇 𝒃𝒆𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒖𝒏𝒂𝒃𝒍𝒆 𝒕𝒐 𝒑𝒓𝒐𝒕𝒆𝒄𝒕 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒎𝒂𝒅𝒆 𝒉𝒊𝒎 𝒇𝒆𝒆𝒍 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒕𝒉𝒍𝒆𝒔𝒔, 𝒂𝒔 𝒊𝒇 𝒉𝒆 𝒉𝒂𝒅 𝒏𝒐 𝒑𝒖𝒓𝒑𝒐𝒔𝒆. 𝑫𝒆𝒔𝒑𝒊𝒕𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔, 𝒉𝒆 𝒂𝒅𝒎𝒊𝒓𝒆𝒅 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒓𝒂𝒈𝒆, 𝒔𝒕𝒓𝒆𝒏𝒈𝒕𝒉, 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒓𝒆𝒔𝒊𝒍𝒊𝒆𝒏𝒄𝒆. ➢ 𝙏𝙬𝙤 𝙘𝙤𝙣𝙛𝙡𝙞𝙘𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙩𝙝𝙤𝙪𝙜𝙝𝙩𝙨 𝙥𝙡𝙖𝙜𝙪𝙚𝙙 𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙢𝙞𝙣𝙙. '𝙄 𝙖𝙙𝙢𝙞𝙧𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙨𝙩𝙧𝙚𝙣𝙜𝙩𝙝.' '𝙄 𝙬𝙖𝙣𝙩 𝙩𝙤 𝙩𝙖𝙠𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙖𝙬𝙖𝙮 𝙨𝙤 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙧𝙚𝙡𝙮 𝙤𝙣𝙡𝙮 𝙤𝙣 𝙢𝙚.'

Yoho! Alternate title: "That time I joined a gambling academy and my skills exceed level 9999 so I am the ultimate gambler and every woman loves me but I have mental issues and want to make life harder for them." Tags: OP, overpowered, plot armour, het, harem, ecchi, rich blonde british girl, blonde german tsundere girl, blonde french girl, blonde Europeans, They're all blonde Plz, I'm kidding😭😭┌⁠(⁠・⁠。⁠・⁠)⁠┘⁠♪ KAKEGURUI IS OWNED AND CREATED BY HOMURA KAWAMOTO!

this is poetry regarding to experiences/thoughts that run through my head, which makes up for who i am today, which is continous, including today.

At just eighteen years old, Melrose Grey was sent to The Unshriven Institute for Youth Reclamation by her parents due to her rebelling nature. However after further investigation she realises the academy isn't what it was said to be.

A young woman working at an IT company in Gurgaon is living a painfully ordinary life-work, traffic, deadlines, family, repeat-until one Shivaratri, she meets Lord Shiva. Yes. **Lord Shiva.** At first, she assumes she's imagining things. But Shiva keeps appearing, talking to her, guiding her through everyday problems, and eventually delivering the most absurd piece of advice she could have received: **"He's the one. Your destiny has already chosen him."** The problem? *He* is the last man she would ever choose. He is just a guy she has met a handful of times, usually while arguing with him. He isn't particularly interested in her, she isn't particularly impressed by him, and she certainly doesn't see anything remotely romantic about their relationship. But Shiva won't let it go. Convinced that he is her destined half, she reluctantly decides to give the idea a chance. And once she does, there is no going back. What follows is a wildly unconventional mission to make a completely uninterested man fall in love with her-with disastrous plans, embarrassing attempts, unexpected moments, and plenty of chaos along the way. But somewhere between trying to make him fall for her and actually getting to know him, she begins falling for him herself. And then things become complicated. Because Shiva isn't just helping her find love anymore. He's becoming a part of it. As her relationship with him grows, Shiva's presence begins creating chaos between them, raising questions neither of them knows how to answer. Will he ever fall for her? Will she discover what Shiva sees in him? And when the man, her supposed perfect half eventually finds out that the mysterious man influencing their relationship is **Lord Shiva-or at least the Shiva she believes she sees-what will he think of the woman he is falling in love with?** A chaotic romantic comedy about an ordinary girl, an extraordinary matchmaker, one very confused man, and a love story that was never supposed to make sense

Peter Parker struggles to balance personal and superhero life as he grapples with school, parent's divorce, and recent loss of his uncle. After a fateful encounter with a girl with mental health issues, he experiences a hard time especially at home with his abusive dad. With the avengers help he tries to get over his feelings and help the girl discover her trauma and other problems. Who will the girl be and what relationship will form with the two? Will they overcome their problems or fail completely? Can he handle this messed up life? Story rankings: #1 in sh #1 in depersonalization #1 in derealization #1 arguing #3 alcoholism #5 selfharmawarness

Oscar Piastri is a teenager sentenced to Abecassis Asylum, a psychiatric hospital in London, after a train station incident, where Oscar is the newest addition to the mentally deranged. The institution isn't what it says it is, and Oscar quickly learns that, while his lack of emotion falls into the hands of the corrupt, no one is worth heightening his fifty-eight bpm heart beat for. OR Oscar arrives into the mental asylum, where the rest of the F1 grid are utterly deranged. He navigates his way around the traps and jokers, including one prominent Lando Norris, the 'joker' of the asylum, feared but respected by many. What happens when they cross paths? ~22,921 words

Author: Hey ok , I don't support the devs of the Forsaken but I made this story in my head a while back. *jiggle jiggle* still me talking. I wanted to get my character story out there to show that DID isn't scary and memory loss is a real struggle *jiggle jiggle* Ok I'm done yapping here's the warnings content warning: mentions of death mentions of DID and memory issues mentions of suicide mentions of a cult if any of these trigger you feel free to skip this story. I'm sure you'll be ok :] heads up: Please don't read this if you're healing. if you need help in any way please reach out to someone. you're not alone and you're loved basic rundown: A story of a woman who suffers with forgetting her own husband and joins a cult while having identity issues

Arata Katsune, The Ultimate Survivor. A boy who has lived a beyond abnormal life. And it's about to get much worse. When Arata took his first steps into Soaring Heights Academy, he began to feel dizzy then passed out. He awoke in a classroom with a note that told him to go to the gymnasium. When he arrived there, he was greeted by the faces of 15 other students that were supposed to be his classmates. Then, a mechanical bear shows up and tells them that they are going to be forced to kill each other! As the Ultimate Survivor, Arata has faced similar situations, but this time, he can't act alone. He needs the help of his classmates so that he can escape. (Rewritten first book of my oc killing game series cause it's been FOUR YEARS. Some things will be the same, and others will be different. Obviously. Some being names, some being appearances, and some being plot points)

(ONGOING) I have no memories of my mother. When I was little, I'd have dreams about her. But, unfortunately, I cannot remember much of those dreams anymore. My father doesn't talk about her, it's as if, even after all this time, the grief is still consuming him. Lost in his own grief, he locked away every trace of her and refused to speak of her with anyone. Because I had so few memories of her, I used to ask him about the woman we had both lost, but the old pain would simply overwhelm him anew and the last thing I wanted to do is hurt him any further, so I stopped asking. That was until about a year ago, when I was searching the attic for treasure when I found a portrait of the most beautiful woman I had ever seen. My Mother. Her snow white skin, her blonde, almost a white platinum hair, her smile that seemed to light up the world around her, and my own blue eyes that reflected back at me. Now her face haunts my dreams. I knew that if my father saw it, he would hide it away, just like how he hides everything else. It feels like everything in my life is a secret. My mother, even my own relatives, this house that I was born in. But what scares me isn't the voices I hear at night when I'm trying to sleep. The faint whispers, calling out to me, calling for me. It's not even the feeling of eyes on me at all times, it's not even that my father doesn't believe me. What scares me is the notes I've started finding. - Aisha Stay tuned for a thrilling tale of Mystery, Vengeance, Friendship, Romance and Tragedy. I'm not a professional writer. This story is lacking a bit of detail. Maybe one day if it does good, I'll pay a co-author to fill in but for now, it's going to stay at a High School level. Lol Please don't steal my cover

"Was I not enough for you to stay?" [tw - mention of selfharm, death, abduction, suicide, insecurity, violence and much more] *************** Started : 28 August 2023 Status: ongoing ~ Rewriting

ලුණුයි බතුයි කන්න බැරි උන් කියවන්න එපා !! 😗✨

Alright,get your heart ready. I chose you,my destiny. Whatever the ending may be.... No Way Back Now.

Don't Touch: Book 1 Michael spent five years dealing with his disorder: haphephobia. Afraid to be touch. Afraid of stepping out of his home to enjoy a normal life. After moving to a new school, Michael has to challenge himself again from the beginning, but now with help from his new friend Elliot. Status: Complete Book 2: Letting Go After the journey through high school and finally able to adapt to life with his mental health, Michael approaches a new challenge. College, balancing his relationship with his boyfriend, Elliot, and figuring out what he wants in life. Maybe there are things that need letting go of to pursue a better life. Status: Complete [editing process] Disclaimer: trigger warning. The novel goes through disorders that can be triggering and sensitive for viewers. Spotify Playlist can be found on DontTouchNovel Or: https://open.spotify.com/playlist/3pAnZgL0I3dR7vtJVaSt9P?si=YEGhRHvbSquoiN869a4P_g Letting Go Playlist: https://open.spotify.com/playlist/294yrPeFzquKPOhRE5J1C5?si=u2w7nXxtRFq6z1W-P_CcbQ

What if Rosemary didn't die?Jack is still missing. The kids are still dead but what if instead of succumbing to her grief, Rose and sophie move along with it? This was an idea that i randomly had in my head. Also i really wanted sophie and rosemary to have more interaction. Cover isn't mine. It is by this artist called TheNamesEllen on deviantart. pls support her work. It's quite dramatic ngl. Walten files belongs to Martin walls not me.

I remember when her laughter rang like bells through iron halls, A splash of brilliant springtime in these dark and morbid walls. She brought me wildflowers she'd picked past guarded, lethal gates, And offered up a tender heart to one who only hates. Back then I called it weakness, built my walls against her grace, And carved my words to shatter every softness on her face. I traded her sweet devotion for the cold and bloodied crown, And sailed across the stormy sea to Italy, looking down. Ten years I spent in shadows, letting ambition turn me cold, Forging a ruthless empire out of stories left untold. I thought I'd come back stronger, fit to rule and fit to break, Unknowing of the quiet hell she suffered for my sake. They handed her to me wrapped up like a victor's spoils of war, A broken little porcelain doll upon my study floor. She barely speaks a single word, she flinches at my stride, And hides her tear-stained, frightened face where shadows safely hide. The mind that couldn't bear the weight of what our fathers made Retreated to a safer place, where innocence delayed. She curls her tiny fingers in the oversized white sleeve, And looks at me with eyes so lost, it makes my chest heave. And God, it burns to realize, as I watch her drift away, The cruelest thing I ever did was pushing her to stray. I wanted her to toughen up, to match the blood we bled, Instead, the world devoured her while I was gone ahead. I trace the lines of silent grief that mark her porcelain cheek, And kiss her fragile, trembling hand when she's too scared to speak. My fierce, unbroken little love, so shattered and so sweet- I'd burn this whole damn empire down to heal her at my feet.

I like to think some people don't realize they are being abused until someone else makes them notice; makes them realize it. This is not a happy story. This is not for you to feel sorry for me. This is for me to tell my story without expecting anyone to care. I am telling my story with no expectations, and to help my mental health. This is a memoir, and like all memoirs, it is written from my memories. Memories are fallible and unreliable, so this should be read as a story. I have done my best to tell my story honestly, nonetheless, they are still memories. This story is based on real-life events that happened to me. It is in no way based on someone else other than myself.