Mentalbreakdowns Stories

Its isolation, intensity, survival, insight, and the ongoing negotiation between suffering and selfhood.

Atlantic International School was meant to prepare teenagers for the future. Instead, it teaches them how to survive chaos. Nurhan doesn't just fall in love, she falls too many times, confusing affection for safety. Sadiq is charming, reckless, and hiding a dangerous double life. Adelabu's secret relationship promises love but delivers consequences she never imagined. Omolara brings the violence of her home into school corridors no teacher can protect her from. Zayd and Zayyan were brothers by choice, until betrayal turned them into enemies. And twins Zoe and Zendaya learn that insecurity can destroy even the strongest bond. Behind pressed uniforms, morning assemblies, and whispered gossip are secret pregnancies, drugs, broken homes, tangled friendships, and emotions no one knows how to handle. This isn't a sweet high-school love story. It's about Nigerian teenagers growing up too fast in a system that looks away. Because at Atlantic International School, madness isn't the problem...it's the curriculum. Lessons will be learned🥺 Hearts will be broken 💔 Secrets will never stay buried 😐 Welcome to Lessons In Lunacy. Class is in session.

Read Volume 1 first. Then Volume 2 Chapter 1. Even through "Rebirth" You shall forever fall to Karmic Despair... Chromatic Hopelessness' shall burn your soul, as you will realize you are the burden of everything and everyone Noxima Xyris Wakes up from a long dream, and it turns out The World Execution's failure destroyed the world. Now the past era are fragmented. And we must move on. ---- Return Credit to the BA services, they handle Blue Archives Characters.

Conner is broke and broken, he works at a weird place and is generally unhappy, even if he tries to convince you otherwise (he probably wont try to thought) how much worse could the guys life get?

මට ආදරේ කරේම නැද්ද..

"I cannot make you understand. I cannot make anyone understand what is happening inside me." -Franz Kafka She spent years hating people like them. The manipulators. The liars. The ones who never realize what damage they caused you and kept on doing it. She promised herself she would never become one of them. But promises often break, and by the time you realize what happened, it is already too late. The person you spend your whole life running from is the person you slowly become. And once you learn to manipulate people, how do you know when to stop? You Become What You Hate.

Two stand alone zuko-centric stories: Running hot: Fire Lord Zuko has ruled over the Fire Nation for quite some time now. He's shown up to every meeting, attended every counsel and looked after his Nation. But one day, he comes down with something, and he's forced to let his advisors look after the Nation for him. Zuko has never left the Fire Nation to his advisors, not since he took on the throne. Now he's being forced to sit back and let them make decisions for him while he recovers. After not talking for almost a year since their second break-up, Mai is informed of Zuko's condition and offers to look after him. She never really stopped loving him, and seeing how much he has grown to care about the Fire Nation has made her fall for him even more. However, when Zuko wakes next to Mai, Mai realises isn't sure she's got what it takes to deal with an anxious, very ill Zuko, but she loves him enough to help him in whatever way she can. Whether that be holding his hand while he panics, or holding his hair back while he pukes. Burnt Out: Sokka had never understood why Zuko put up with those meetings with the council. He always looked bored. Like he was about to be put to sleep and that Chamberlain said one more word. What Sokka had never realised that Zuko really didn't put up with it. Not really. Not in the way everyone had thought. When Sokka tries to visit Zuko one day, he finds his old friend too busy in work and being the Fire Lord to notice, and when Sokka finally gets a moment with Zuko, he realises that Zuko is not doing as well as everyone thinks.

What should have been a routine lift ride turns into a twenty-four-hour prison for two young Na'vi who can barely stand the sight of each other. Neteyam and Ao'nung have spent years trading insults, provoking fights and ignoring each other. Trapped together with no way out, each passing hour forces them to confront parts of themselves that they have hidden from everyone. Ao'nung carries a love he knows can never be returned. Neteyam harbours a fear so consuming that it has turned into cruelty. As the hours crawl by, their harsh words turn into painful confessions. The lift grows quieter, but the tension between them becomes unbearable. By the time the doors finally open, neither of them is the same person who stepped inside. Some prisons are made of steel. Others are built from fear. Started: 07/27/2026 Ended:? Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction set in an alternate Avatar universe. I do not own Avatar or any of its characters. This story explores fictional themes of fear, prejudice, emotional repression, and unrequited love. The beliefs and actions of the characters are part of the narrative and are not intended to promote or endorse discrimination or hatred. Number 1 in #mentalbreakdown Number 1 in #emotionalpain Number 1 in #neteyamxaonung Number 1 in #twentyfourhours Number 2 in #trappedtogether Number 2 in #hurtnocomfort Number 3 in #netenung Number 3 in #avatarau Number 9 in #aonunete

The Knife and the Microphone is a psychological thriller set in 1930s Chicago, following an unnamed radio host whose life begins to unravel after his sister, Zeezi, is murdered by her fiancé. At the beginning of the story, he is a charismatic and seemingly ordinary radio personality with a strong sense of justice and a complicated family history. But as grief, anger, and obsession begin to consume him, his understanding of justice becomes increasingly distorted. His narration gradually becomes less reliable as he struggles with the fear that he is becoming like the violent people he despises. The story explores grief, revenge, morality, family trauma, obsession, guilt, and the frightening gap between who someone believes they are and who they are becoming. Content Warning 13+ Murder, Violence, Grief, Psychological Themes, References to Abuse, Alcohol, Disturbing Themes Recommended For 14+ for the full thematic experience, particularly due to the psychological and moral themes explored throughout the story.

I don't even know first fanfic btw and this has one Page ANGST WARNING AAA

One thing was clear, Jinseok hated men. But to top it off? She was also scared of them. What else does this girl have? Right. Eldest Daughter Syndrome. Can Jinseok find her Eldest Son Syndrome? . . . . . I am pulled against the counter top and met with two panicked eyes crouched at my level. His arms fell against both my sides, trapping me between the countertop and himself. His back body crouched and his upper body leaned forward. My calm tired eyes and brain slowly register our position; his body placement dangerously close against mine. "You're misunderstanding," his deep voice takes a tone of desperation. "A woman is not a liability for me, she's my responsibility," he clears. His voice vibrates as soft and vulnerable as ever, slightly cracking near the end. He sounds almost sincere. Should she take the bait?

Not every word can be ignored, and not every lie will be seen as the truth, can anyone be trusted or will we fall apart It's been a full year since Akira last saw the phantom thieves and he did miss them all especially a certain fox

Hai... Saya Angel, sang penulis sekaligus tokoh utama dalam cerita ini. Sejak kecil, aku selalu bermimpi untuk bisa melanjutkan pendidikan setinggi mungkin. Aku ingin mengejar ilmu, membangun karier, dan membuktikan bahwa seorang wanita juga bisa meraih kesuksesan. Namun, impianku seakan runtuh saat keluarga ibuku dengan tegas melarangku untuk kuliah. Mereka berpegang pada keyakinan lama bahwa seorang wanita tidak perlu menempuh pendidikan tinggi, cukup menikah dan mengurus rumah tangga. Awalnya, aku mencoba melawan. Aku berbicara baik-baik, berusaha meyakinkan mereka, bahkan mencari beasiswa agar mereka tidak perlu khawatir soal biaya. Namun, semua usahaku berakhir sia-sia. Mereka tetap pada pendiriannya, semakin mengekangku, bahkan mengancam jika aku nekat melanjutkan pendidikan. Setiap hari terasa seperti penjara bagiku. Aku melihat teman-temanku merancang masa depan mereka dengan penuh semangat, sementara aku terjebak dalam batasan yang dipaksakan oleh orang tuaku. Aku mulai merasa putus asa, bertanya-tanya apakah hidup ini benar-benar adil. Hingga akhirnya, di semester keenam SMA, aku membuat keputusan besar. Aku tidak bisa terus hidup dalam keterpaksaan ini. Aku mulai menyusun rencana-kabur dari rumah, mengganti nama, dan memulai hidup baru di tempat di mana aku bisa menjadi diriku sendiri tanpa tekanan, tapi tentu saja itu tidak mudah, itu memakan waktu dan biaya. Namun, di balik keberanian itu, ada ketakutan yang selalu menghantuiku. Bagaimana jika aku gagal? Bagaimana jika aku tidak bisa bertahan sendirian? Tapi satu hal yang pasti-aku lebih takut jika harus menjalani hidup yang bukan pilihanku sendiri. Dan di sinilah perjalananku dimulai. **Ini bukan hanya kisahku. Ini adalah suara bagi mereka yang merasa terkungkung oleh harapan dan aturan yang bukan milik mereka sendiri. Jika kalian pernah mengalami hal yang sama, ketahuilah bahwa kalian tidak sendirian.**

When Ben discovers a photo of himself sleeping-one he didn't take-he dismisses it as a bad joke. But then the food in his apartment vanishes. The walls drip with words written in blood. And every time he checks his phone, another distorted self-portrait stares back, its hollow smile stretching wider than any human face should allow. His family thinks he's spiralling. His ex thinks he's lying. Even the doctors insist it's all in his head. But as the line between nightmare and reality dissolves, one thing becomes terrifyingly clear: whether the horror is real or imagined, it's far too late to escape.

this is me. and you. and all of us. and why we fall apart.

A poem based off of the drumline, Kinesis' 2017 Show - "And The Gods Only Watched" (Check them out on youtube they are really good) Contains Slight References to Dark Topics such as Abuse, Fighting, And Post-Apocalyptic Themes. *Note: I did not label this as "Mature" because there is no detailed imagery as the poem is metaphorical.

what happens, when A Brazilian girl moves to her mother's home country with her friends to try out a new life, full of joy and new experiences? While also trying to stay focused on my studies in Medical school and on working as a nurse. How does her story end? Is there something about to happen out of the blue? But what about the surgeon that all her friends kept teasing her about? "You guys would be such a cute couple though..." Is he really all that? She has never seen his face...

Deku and Uraraka have been dating for a wile and everyone in class 1-A is happy for them except Bakugou. He is still set on torturing Deku for the rest of his life and since he now works for the league of villains he is planing to make Deku's life an even bigger living hell. He decides to completely break the two apart and just laughed at the depressed Deku who is still trying to Uraraka back wile trying to save himself from the pain. Will the two get through this together or be completely broken and helpless.

Poetry piece on perspective.

Miya Atsumu lost everything the night Sakusa Kiyoomi drove away - and lost more still in the storm that followed. He wakes up nameless in a mountain village, rebuilt slowly by strangers who ask nothing in return, forced to learn who he is without the two things that once defined him: volleyball, and the man he loved. What follows is a year of hiding, a year of letters, and a long, uneven road back to the people who never stopped waiting. Kintsugi is the art of mending what's broken with gold instead of hiding the cracks - and this is the story of a man learning to do exactly that, one honest letter at a time, until he's ready to go home.