Mystruggle Stories

just my emotions I'm feeling about how sad I am that I lost his grandmas number to stay in contact with him during rehab

locked away and mentally abused my story of over coming, but little of the end. My story is still being written everyday. No way, is it over. Based on true events, currently being written. Note: based on true events. But some is false. A sense of fiction with facts. I leave it to you to choose which is which. I try to update my story everyday, but with school starting i might have to do it every other day. Thank you all so much for your support! Pictures found on pintrest.

This is simply a collection of stories, poems, prompts, thoughts, feelings etc. that are all very personal to me... and they may relate to you as well. I want this to inspire others, I want this to open some minds, and I want this to be helpful for whoever happens upon it. Learn through experiences and lessons. But also learn through some of my mistakes... And trust me, I have many. Just read the first chapter and decide from there if you wish to continue. Or choose a chapter that speaks to you and read that one. You don't have to read in chronological order. *Not finished*~ and I'll be adding to it as time goes on. ~~~~~~~~~ 18+!!!* I use mature language and I will talk about mature and sometimes difficult topics. Some of it may go right over the heads of young readers, other parts may be difficult for anyone reading it. Read at your own risk. And of course, enjoy my pain. xxx .

*READ AT YOUR OWN RISK!!!* The closest to home I will be writing.

This will basically be my journal. The window to my life. So if you're interested in reading this college student and customer service associate's life, feel free to read. Enjoy :)

this will be like a diary on my struggle with bpd and what I do to overcome it

adopted from Eastern europe by to two raging alcoholics i find my true religion and a more detailed account of my genetic ancestry and receives 4 revelations from Allah through the prophet (PBUH) she fines her true calling to be a war corspondant and speak for the children in conflict zones similar to her. and changes her name to her muslim name. this is the 1 rst part of this Amazonian woman's journey. one hundred percent real life as this is my story. I am Elena Melanson = Sufi Mustafa by feb 2021.

Story of my life. My struggles My loves All of it, sharing with you.

It's like a diary of mine of course full of me. I don't know why am I writing this but I feel like I should, so here I go. Don't judge me much, okay you can I don't mind. Come on Ravi you cannot write everything here so see you in the chapter. Bye-bye ♥ #1 "about me" out of 7.75k stories on 24 November, 30 November 2021 to 6 January 2022 90 in #mylife out of 24.5k stories 186 in #randomthoughts out of 33.5k stories #1 storytime on 22 January 2022 #1 mystruggle on 6th March 2022

A combination of thoughtful poems and phrases that tell a piece of a story. These are close to my soul, please enjoy the written embodiment & evolution of my pain.

the continuation of "Amazonian by nature " this is the after math of my name change and how it effects me and my non Muslim brother and friends. still a part of my journey of being a war corspondant a calling I got from Allah.

PAALALA! Ang kuwentong ito ay tungkol sa aking life story at ang mga tauhan at mga lugar at paaralan ay pinalitan ng pangalan upang ligtas ang mga nagbabasa nito.....

*POSSIBLE TRIGGER WARNING* I've got a lot of feelings that I used to bottle up inside until I finally burst and broke. This is my story of how I got better. Please read and review, and remember you can always message me

My life My struggle Me What I go through Venting Why is the world so cruel? What about the people that try? Why?

This is a contest quote about my life.

This isn't a fan fiction,or a book I am making up. this is really happening inside of my actual life.

Poems><Songs><Raps><My Life.... Basically a collection of things my mind says. Enjoy ♡

A girl struggles to achieve her goals and fell in lovee while struggling....