Mentalissue Stories

A story about 5 teens navigating through their trauma in therapy, all while bonding and coming to terms with their reality.

jungkook was sure life was shitty for him he knows it always was he is cold and rude with ridiculous anger issues but a baby in heart he wasn't always like this something's happend in his life to become like this. taehyung was cute beautiful and ethereal, perhaps he always wanted his husband to love him unconditionally and trust him what if they are arranged together and married??what will their life be?? this is an Indian fic Top Kook bottom tae

A collection of poetry by flowers.

In a dimly lit bar in an old town, Mia tends to broken souls, her own scars etched into her skin. But the shadows follow. Mia is faced with an impossible choice: break him or break herself. As the shards of her broken mirror reflect love and darkness, Mia grapples with haunting memories. Will Mia find redemption or will she remain broken? The echoes of her choices reverberate and love fights the darkness in a story that persists long after the sunrise fades.

On his first real hunt as a human, Cas dies. Dean's not dealing with it well.

this is a therapy story about myself! each chapter is a different thing that I talk about!!!

Airi is intrested in art, has really cool friends, loves nature. Although she has never had her first love. When it finally arrives it is pretty. But also messy. The girl who has none of the experience and no one to assist her is stuck with a boy who starts to show only more and more of himself. Opening up is generally a good thing, but there are some of the things that should stay hidden. This is the story of a girl's first love and how it went. (NB!! this story contains a lot of triggering topics!!)

Desolation dɛsəˈleɪʃ(ə)n/ noun 1. a state of complete emptiness or destruction. "the stony desolation of the desert" 2. great unhappiness or loneliness. "in choked desolation, she watched him leave"

o the ache of my soul, longing for nothing to long for.

Just some of my thoughts. Advices. I hope this helps someone

I'm not done yet this is my first try with this vote and leave comments Trigger warning:suicide self harm and other dark topics Credit for who ever is the owner of the cover picture I don't know who it is The cover picture isn't mine

Do you ever really know anybody, we all change for people, even if it's in the tinniest of ways. This isn't a bad thing.Sometimes you just need to act in a certain way in order to fit in somewhere, it confuses me because sometimes I don't feel like changing for anybody, sometimes I don't want to smile or act sympathetic I don't want to understand other people's crap and I most certainly do not want to pretend that I give a damn about their issues. However, once you stop changing even for a split second you're labeled a rude person. So you know what I did? I ignored those asses, sat by myself and guess what? I've never been more happy. It's different when an equally sullen and withdrawn person talks to you though, it's different because when you look up you don't see a pretentious faker, you see a beautifully vulnerable and enticing soul that makes your heart warm and beat uncontrollably. You don't have to fake a smile with someone like this because their happiness is like yours, it's silent and poker faced. You want to know this ethereal looking boy. You want to know him to unimaginable depths and you want him to know you.

𝗅𝗂𝖿𝖾 𝗎𝗇𝖿𝗈𝗅𝖽𝖾𝖽 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗋𝖾𝗏𝖾𝖺𝗅𝖾𝖽. 𝖨𝗍𝗌 𝖺 𝖻𝗂𝗈𝗀𝗋𝖺𝗉𝗁𝗒 𝗈𝖿 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗒𝖽𝖺𝗒 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗌 𝗉𝖾𝗈𝗉𝗅𝖾 𝗀𝗈 𝗍𝗁𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁: 𝖫𝗈𝗏𝖾, 𝖬𝖾𝗇𝗍𝖺𝗅 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝗅𝗍𝗁, 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗆𝖺𝗇𝗒 𝗆𝗈𝗋𝖾 𝗍𝗈 𝖻𝖾𝗅𝗂𝖾𝗏𝖾.

We all know how sealand isn't really accepted as a country right? Well did anyone ever think about how sealand really felt about it? How it affected his growth? How he could have more issues or problems than we know and deserves to become a country for everything he's been through? Or at least have people acknowledge him?

Many would say they are insane, just as a joke. But I don't. Possibly because my sister is insane. But this isn't her story, it's mine. My story of my life. A life controlled by false memories, fake accusations, and reluctant arrests. A life I sometimes think is best not to be lived. I don't have a choice though. But you do. You don't have to be pulled into my story. You don't have to live my life. I do. So make your choice before you go any further. Touch my life, and see emotional suffering, or live yours in bliss?

these are poems i've written over the past two years but some from earlier, either based on my own life or on something in the world or a fictional character. they're not in order, so don't be confused if i go from writing about my loneliness in the world to butterflies. it can be a bit random at times. please comment/vote- it means a lot to me to see comments and votes and know that people can relate to and/or understand my poems :)) **trigger warning for suicide/self harm**

i never thought silence is loud as fck

This is a story I created. No spoilers just read it 😉