Mentalhelth Stories

Adriana has 4 older brothers. Adriana's mom passed away giving birth to Adriana, which effected everyone but especially their dad. The Dad got back into drugs and alcohol, and became very abusive. growing up Adriana's dad would always blame her for her mother's death. She was taken away from her brothers at the age of 10. 5 years later there is a terrible car accident, and Adriana's dad passes away, and Adriana gets put Into the custody of her oldest brother Francesco. ⚠️ warning ⚠️ Mention of r@pe Mention of abuse SH Strong language ( I'll add an warning before the topic is brought up in the story )

"She comes home. He's angry. Again. Every storm he carries, she ends up wearing. But how long can she take it?"

Short-poem

Who knows if you can even call it poetry. What I write is derived from what I observe from others, my brain and my experiences in this word.

I want to tell you the story of Carla and her last week before committing suicide. "One Week Before My Suicide" is a powerful first-person narrative that delves into the emotional struggles of Carla Pérez over the course of a week. Through Carla's candid reflections, the book explores themes of depression, insecurity, and loneliness, offering a deeply relatable portrait of the silent battles many young people face today. The author addresses critical issues like mental health and suicide with sensitivity and realism, urging readers to reflect on these hidden struggles. This book is not just a story, but a call for empathy and understanding, reminding us that even in our darkest moments, we are not alone.

poems if pain beauty and everything in between

Just some poetry I decided to write... Will continue to add more poetry almost every day. These are my late night thoughts put int poetry.

Camp Pride is a LGBTQ+ friendly camp that accepts everyone with every kind of sexuality and disability. Rya and Nia both are new to the camp but have been best friends for years. Will they find love? Will they distance apart? Who knows? Read "Camp pride" to find out

Dolonia falls from the sky at age 4. She goes through life with one goal to prove 'them' wrong. She grows up in a happy household with her single father. She applies for U.A. little did she know that would change her life for the best and the worst.

This is my first story I've ever posted and i hope you like it. It is very short story about a flashback and that causes a panic attack. I have many panic attacks so this draws from my experience with them. This does not mean it is how everyone experiences panic attacks this is just my personal experience. *Trigger Warning* (also spoilers of the plot) -in depth detail of a panic attack -mentions of rape Please DO NOT read if this puts you in any mental danger. This was very hard for me to write and I can't imagine how hard it might be to read. Keep yourself safe. ❤️

After the strange event in her school event , pooja begins to question the mysterious bound she share with her dog Moti.

Cher lives in a world of depression and anguish. she sleeps with strangers and has a unruly past there's not much she wont do for the ones she loves.

ok so this is going to be my mental health journey as I am hoping that by righting this it will help u guys to see that you are not on your own but please if your in a bad head space don't read this I know it is easer said that done but go read something funny and come back to this later or don't I don't mind as long as u stay safe and I will try to put in as many trigger warnings as possible I will try and wright it in chapters and rank them out of five for self harm. five being extremely triggering and one being not at all and then for emet I will do the same with a to e and I apologise for any spelling or punctuation eras I'm severely dyslexic

Not related to my other book. The stress of a high school big sis after a terrible accident. Mini story

Hi. I'm Sam. Recently I have been really into Slam Poetry, so I thought I could give it a try. So here is Slam Poetry from a non-binary, gay, hormonal teen. Hope you enjoy.

Ever feel like you're stuck in your own head when it comes to talking to people? I used to struggle with this big time. I'd see someone smile or make eye contact, but instead of doing anything, I'd freeze or act like I didn't notice. It felt safer to stay quiet and act aloof than to risk being misunderstood or judged. But honestly? That approach just kept me feeling isolated and regretful.

a collection of poetry created to vent a dark mind

This is my real thoughts doing a normal day. I have my problems but I don't talk about it, so I thought why not write them down and see if im the only person who feels like this. This is my story. I update this whenever I have something on my mind that I want to share.