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Being Indian American feels like living in a pressure cooker wrapped in a smile. You're told to be perfect, productive, palatable - never loud, never intimidating. But travel to India, and you'll meet folks who are bold, stylish, confident, and unapologetically gangsta. DEAR DIASPORA, YOU'RE NOT THE MAIN CHARACTER is a sharp, personal callout - not to India, but to the suffocating performance of "representation," perfectionism and intraracial competition that dominates Desi life in the West. This isn't a sob story - it's a truth bomb. A cultural essay that demands real freedom, not filtered branding. If you're ready to sip some realness, break free from the cage of expectations, and find your max pro aura - this is for you. 🍋 Bold. Tart. Sweet. Unfiltered. 🍋 Just like a glass of limeade on a hot day.

collection of creative expressions of vulnerability. don't expect this to be great im just a teenage girl writing on the notes app in trying times........ but i hope you like it anyway - i promise i'm not a misreable bastard anymore!

I'm not entirely sure what this story will be about but it'll be a comfort story for people like me who are victims of sexual and physical abuse. it'll involve Angel Dust in the setting of Hazbin Hotel and seeking companionship with another trauma carrying soul. Warning, will contain themes of dealing with sexual and physical abuse, swearing, depression, possibly NSFW content (will update when finished or have decided), and other mature themes. I will work on it when I can and when I have the desire to do so. Apologies to anyone, if anyone, who is looking forward to this or who just wants more. I don't want to rush it as it's a serious topic. There will be jokes but not at the expense of the topic as it's something that should never be joked about. With work and my own mental health problems it'll get in the way of my work (this story) but I hope in time I'll have a finely crafted piece that will make people feel less alone with their trauma. Even if it just helps one person, that would be a victory in my opinion. Thank you all

This is not just a story. It is a piece of my heart. A journey of a child and her mother, filled with small laughs, warm memories, and moments that once felt ordinary but now mean everything. But life doesn't always stay gentle. This story is about love, loss, and everything that comes after. About the emptiness that followed when I lost my mother... the days when hope felt distant... and the slow, painful, yet beautiful journey of finding it again. It is also about family, memories that refuse to fade, and the dreams I am still learning to chase. This book is for anyone who has loved deeply, lost painfully, and is still trying to heal.

A experience of mine,where I met two boys that unexpectedly became my love interests

THE DAY AFTER THE FINISH LINE I thought life would begin the moment I graduated. Like everything would finally make sense. For years, I followed the rules. Study hard. Get good grades. Make your family proud. And I did. I was the student teachers praised. The one who knew the answers. The one who believed that if I just kept going, life would reward me with clarity. But no one warned me about what comes after the applause. No one told me that the real world doesn't hand out instructions. That there are no rubrics for decisions. No deadlines to chase. No guaranteed results for effort. Just silence. And questions no one taught me how to answer. What job should I take? What if I choose wrong? Why does everyone else seem to know what they're doing? Why don't I? At 23, I found myself stuck in a space I never prepared for- not failing, but not moving either. Not lost enough to give up, but not sure enough to move forward. Somewhere between who I used to be and who I'm supposed to become. This book is not a guide. It's not written by someone who has everything figured out. This is for the ones who did everything right- and still feel unprepared. For those who went from being "the smart one" to quietly wondering what went wrong. For the ones who are trying, failing, learning, and pretending they're okay. This is for us- the ones still figuring it out. And maybe... that's not failure. Maybe this in-between- this confusion, this waiting, this questioning- is where real life actually begins. Not at the finish line, but the day after it.

A series of poems about my experience living with the impacts of childhood trauma, and my journey through recovery, set backs, and healing.

This story shares my perspective of how I experience the world as an autistic individual. This story will also talk about different topics and I will give insight on to them. Some of the topics I will talk about are quite heavy and could be traumatizing for someone who has experienced it before and has found it traumatizing. Trigger Warning: PTSD, Feelings of Isolation, descriptive topics. If i missed any triggers please let me know so I can add them to the list.

Maya spent her whole life wondering if she'd belong. But one day, her heart is shattered so much she feels as if her life is beyond repair. Soon after, a new opportunity arises. One too good to pass down. It shapes her perception of life, herself, and the moments in between. · · ─ ·𖥸· ─ · · this is my story, and i hope to inspire anyone who reads this book and teach them the same lessons i learned! this story means a lot to me, and if you are enjoying it, please leave a comment, vote, or even share it with someone you know would enjoy it too. thank you for clicking on colors of us!

──────── ₊⋆☽◯☾⋆₊ ──────── 𝐁𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐑𝐞𝐝 𝐑𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐬 is a poetic memoir of becoming, an unfolding of myself, one fragile petal at a time. This collection traces my journey through the fragile and tangled years of teenagehood. Through each poem, you would get a glimpse of raw and unfiltered moments of love, heartbreak, loss, confusion and even hints of clarity. The title is more than just a name : it is a metaphor of growth and acceptance . Each year, each experience was a petal unfolding . Some were soft like teenage innocence while others were jagged, stained with blood, weathered by heartbreak and resilient in reaching. Some were glowing red under the eternal sunlight of euphoria while others were withered due to the droughts of insecurity and floods of pent up emotions . But together these roses compose the bouquet of my becoming. Now I offer this bouquet to you, dear reader, and hope you find petals of your own and embrace the garden you are meant to be. ──────── ₊⋆☽◯☾⋆₊ ──────── ⟪ h i g h e s t r a n k i n g s ⟫ #1 in poesia (out of 15k stories) #1 in spokenword (out of 4.57k stories) #1 in personalthoughts (out of 2.5k stories) #1 in personalexperience (out of 1.57k stories) #1 in freeverse (out of 7.74k stories)

Near-Death Experience. Autobiographical accounts of a survivor: how I was reborn after a Stroke

I'll be ranting and telling my stories that I probably would never share in person :)

The average life of a Teenage girl, a shared diary by me.

This quoat book contains deep life changing original quoats by Lu Rohrs, that will bring your life positively in an easy digestible maner. once started off as a notes project turned into a spark to light the world with positive change.

I thought I had to fix myself first. But healing is a journey without end. This journal is for anyone who's ever felt lost, broken, or tired of pretending to be okay-yet keeps searching for meaning in their pain and finding ways to heal and grow. It's for those who find comfort in reading someone else's heart and realize, "Hey, that's me too." In I Was Here: A Bipolar Diary, Yana opens the pages of her life with raw honesty - one entry at a time. In this non-fiction journal, blending the intimacy of a diary and the openness of a blog, Yana shares deep thoughts, realizations, and reflections about growth, faith, and the quiet lessons found in ordinary days. While Yana lives with bipolar disorder, this is not just about the illness - it's about life itself: the love, the heartbreaks, the stillness, the learning, and the moments of depression that teach her how to rise again. Each diary entry reads like a late-night conversation between two souls trying to make sense of the world. It's a memoir that gently reminds you that your story - no matter how flawed or unfinished-is still worthy of being told.

A collection of free verse shaped by emotion, not structure. These writing explore the quiet struggle to feel, to see, to be. Drawn from personal moments, they speak in simple truths-raw, honest, and human.

"Power always pretends to care, but girls like me are stoned when their clothes are torn off, and boys like him are forever forgiven for being 15." A personal essay on the truth of coming forward as a sexual assault survivor, this 5,000 word short piece tells the story of my court case. Brutally honest and heartbreakingly candid, I expose my deepest secret, I expose what it took to survive, I expose the truth.

Though we don't look the same, the truth is that mentally, I'm still that same afraid little girl. My body has grown taller, my features sharper, but inside, I'm still grappling with the confusion and fear she felt. I'm haunted by the memories of not understanding what was happening to me, struggling to process emotions that felt too big and overwhelming for someone so small. The world around me has changed, but that girl remains trapped in my mind, still questioning, still uncertain, a fragile part of me that I can't seem to shake off. No matter how much time passes or how much I grow, that sense of fear lingers, reminding me of the innocence lost and the struggles that shaped me. warnings: mention of SA/🍇, childhood trauma, sh, mention of suicidal thoughts, mention of eating disorders

STORY 1 COMPLETE First Story out now The Romance Collections will be released soon in November 2026. Language: English