Mytruth Stories

Let me tell why I started doing this. I found out how fucked up my life is, and now I feel the need to share it with someone, who doesn't know who I am. Sure I could tell my friends, but they would be able to judge me on previous events, and I don't need that. Hi. My name is Anna and welcome to my diary. Disclaimer: This is my life and I tell the events as I see them. I swear that everything I tell Is the truth. I'm probably going to change the names of the people I mention just in case they find this somehow. This journal is probably going to be a mix of my everyday life, poetry (by me or someone else), song lyrics, letters to no one in particular and random stuff i need to let loose. I'm Danish, so please don't judge my grammar or any other mistakes.

My book review on Michael Jackson's book, dancing the dream.

A story about a friggen idiot! I will keep it nice.. i am British Almost! My dream to be a Brit .My next Brit immigration exam is in December . Luck me🤞 I had two kids. Bull & Sh+t. Completely destroyed me. Want to read about an idiot? Of course it's me! https://medium.com/mr-plan-publication/are-yahs-healthy-enough-3d99d8503108

I played the flute, you played football. Band Geek Pride.

My personal story of being indigenous in America. It's a strange one I'll admit but I believe that people need to hear it. To know that we are still alive today.

These are the poems that raised me and continue to raise me. Each one a phase, a feeling, a fight. Spoken Out is a timeline of truth-soft, sharp, and still standing.

Hey everyone, I've started publishing a book anonymously. It's about growing up in a violent home, surviving trauma, and trying to find peace. I'm not a professional writer. I'm just someone who decided to speak - after years of silence. The story is called: "Looking Where No One Dares to Look" I'm 23. My name isn't Ahmed. But yes - I am Ahmed. I want to share this story for those who feel alone. For those who grew up like I did. And for anyone who just needs to know: You're not crazy. You're not weak. You're not alone. ⚠ Trigger Warning: This story contains themes of domestic violence, emotional abuse, depression, suicidal thoughts, and childhood trauma. Please take care while reading - and don't read alone if this could trigger you. You matter. Always.

To many I may have seemed like a happy go lucky type of person. To others I was always depressing. An to a rare select few I was both. Well, come enter my mind. Know why I said the things I said. Did the things I did. Why my mood seemed irregular and makeshift.

"This is not just a story; it is the place where I find my breath. 🌬️✍️ My name is Shafeeca. For a long time, I carried the weight of the world on my shoulders, often feeling like a 'loser' or 'unlucky.' When the tears became too heavy to hold, I discovered my sanctuary: my pen and my Gboard. They became the lungs I used to breathe when I felt like I was suffocating. 🔐✨ In this book, I share my journey of self-discovery. I speak about the humanity I found in my mistakes and the realization that I am not a perfect machine, but a soul worthy of peace. I share the two dreams that keep my heart beating: the hope of holding my mother's hand in Makkah and the wish to one day stand in the presence of my 'Safe Place' (BTS) to say thank you. 🕋💜 This is the raw, honest truth of a girl who stopped crying and started writing. Welcome to my soul." #beyond the gboard: SHAREECA'S TRUTH#Shafeeca #SelfLoveJourney #WritingToBreathe #MySafePlace #MakkahBound #Humanity #BTSArmy #HealingThroughWriting #NonFiction #MyTruth #TheGirlBehindTheGboard

I needed to get this on my chest

truth of mine

A collection of poetry by yours truly ~i do not own the image used in the cover

A collection of short stories and writings I have created over the past several years. I never thought these would be shared. Here we go I guess....

"I had the picture perfect life, I was about to be the picture perfect wife, but then stepped in life..."

Flashing lights. Not knowing what's truly going on. feeling yourself be apart of the situation but also reading the file to confirm it. My rough first go at explaining my type one diabetic story.

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Something from my heart when the days are hard.