Panicdisorder Stories

Mostly poetry, but there's also some prose and short stories. These are real things I feel, what I live with on a daily basis. Maybe some of you guys can relate. If you don't like depressing stuff, please don't read this. The earlier chapters kind of suck, but I promise the writing gets better! Enjoy! (Please don't steal my stuff, I kinda like it, plus I wrote it) :)

When two boys unravel their feelings for one another,how will they navigate this newfound love while also trying to end their upcoming brotherhood.Will they succeed or will they drown upon their journey..Read to find out :) Slightly inspired by 'darling' written by @xplrrsolby

The Anxious Diaries is a compilation of short stories, notes, diary entries, advice and thoughts from the lived experience of someone (me) with an Anxiety Disorder. A little chaotic, real and relatable. Inspiration taken from Matt Haig's 'Notes on a Nervous Planet' and 'Reasons to stay Alive' - if you've read those, hopefully you'll enjoy this :) *** (uploads at least 3x weekly) - please remember to like and vote if you enjoy! <3

This story follows Clay, a seventeen-year-old boy; as he tries to navigate the new town that he's in, while simultaneously coping with his anxiety and depression. This story contains references to suicide, panic attacks, depression, and other mental health issues. Also, this is my first story on here, so please don't mind any of the mistakes. 👉👈

Two boys who hate each other are assigned as dorm mates, will their childhood fights stop them from getting closer? or will they talk it out?

He snatch my arm up to him. "You deserve this. After this, you will learn that I am in charge. You're nothing more than a whore," He breathed down on me. I nodded, the tears threatening to pour onto my face. "Yes sir." He brought the knife down to my arm and started cutting away. ------------------------- Abuse and pain is all Willow Summer has ever known. She's an innocent, sweet 17 year old who's been unnoticed her whole life, overthinks everything, and lived with voices that control her life in her head. When the help of a certain man allows her to realize the pain and struggle she's been through, will she continue to fight for her freedom, or be consumed by her demons?

I want everyone to know that I'm not a professional at knowing any of these. I've tried and done my own research, if you feel that you have any of these mental illnesses I advise you go seek a psychiatrist to get diagnosed. Hashtag places thing #socialphobia 2ndplace 13/7/19

Beginning of high fantasy novel, trying to get the feel of my own writing style. Comments and critics welcome.

i inhale nature. i exhale my inner villain.

Have you ever felt like your mentality is in question? Have you ever felt like you were broken? Have you ever felt like nothing will be okay again? Have you ever felt like you're unfixable? A collection of what could be construed as triggering poetry.

This is not a metaphor. This is not a dramatization. This is what a panic attack actually looks like when it doesn't stop. After midnight on a cold Thursday night, my body turned against me. What started as a familiar warning - that quiet something's wrong feeling - turned into hours of pacing, shaking, dissociation, and survival rituals that didn't work the way they were supposed to. I walked until my legs felt hollow. Held ice until my hands stopped feeling real. Cleaned bathrooms because movement was the only thing keeping me upright. Tried food. Tried noise. Tried silence. Tried lying down. Nothing shut it off. This is a record of that night - from the first wave of panic to the moment I finally came back into myself days later. No inspiration. No recovery arc. No clean ending. Just what it's like to stay alive when your nervous system refuses to let you rest.

DISCLAIMER Sometimes I can't talk to anyone about it so I'll talk on here what its like for me to live with eating conflicting disorders even then it is hard because I can't get it out or in a nice way. Some are poetic some aren't. I don't fat shame anyone but myself or glamorize anything like that Just the struggles in my head and desire to start being me and not the disorders in my head. But who am I without them. I don't think anyone cares as long as I'm not dying physically

Not every strong person looks strong all the time. Sometimes the loudest, funniest, most confident guy in the room is the one quietly struggling when no one is looking. These stories are about those moments. The hidden ones. The quiet ones. The moments when someone finally sees through the confidence - and stays. Because honestly... who doesn't love a man who isn't afraid to be human? 💔

Join me as I guide you through my daily life, navigating the challenges of panic attacks.

Let me live I'm tired of people and shit so I'm writing things that have happened recently that annoyed me. Enjoy my suffering!

it's a poem that is a bout a girl who just discovered herself

"Tommy what were you thinking? Something could've happened to you!" Wilbur yelled his voice laced with worry. "I'm sorry Wil, I just wanted to be normal" I sobbed into his chest, feeling him gently run his hand through my hair. 🐾 🐾 🐾 You know the fic where Tommy has a service dog but there are a ton of irrelevant side plots. Nothing like it before right? Happy service dog awareness month! <3

skylar block was used to living on top of the world by keeping secrets in her home of harlow, england. with adoring but extremely successful parents, she must go to live with her life long family friend and therapist, thomas kersey, for a year after her parents leave for a business stay in america. skylar has some issues that she's been bottling up recently. she was used to days of fake smiles spent trying to protect her parents from knowing how destroyed she had become inside. will a permanent stay with her therapist serve as relief or escalate her problems even further? thomas has always been a helping hand to her, but not everything is meant to last. come join skylar on her path to self-discovery, a healthier mindset, and a journey to find peace, perhaps among the stars.

'Dear Evan Hansen.' The words were easy enough to type, but Dr. Sherman had told him to say them out loud. It was bad enough he had to write letters to himself for therapy- if he had to say them out loud while he was typing them, it would make him feel like even more of a freak. 'Today is going to be a good day and here's why. Because today, all you have to do is just be yourself.'