Historias de Relapse

Ranging from his highest to lowest points in life, getting a job at the busiest sex club in town was not even close. From working busy days and nights, struggling mentally, playing crowds, and even going as far as to trying to take his own life, he still felt held back, even after moving to a new town, serving drinks and doing stage runs just to end up spending it all on the bare minimum.

RANDOM THOUGHTS SA LAHAT, LITERAL NA KAHIT ANO. BASTA LAHAT.

A person motivated you enough to start poetry, then you confessed and gave him all the 37 poems that was made in a span of 3 months he rejected you yet you both became platonic bestfriends. short, yet it was lived fully, the greatest persé, you stopped after 3 months because school was over and he got in a relationship out of respect, fully you pulled back all your feelings. 1 year and 7 months later, they've long gone broken up. platonic bestfriends went on an outing yet you realize why, what made, and how, you liked this guy. Your poetry evolved mature and now another collection begins. [Hey guys you might see revamped versions of the poems written in "Affection of the Universe for Me". Also this collection will be a mix of prose and poem]

What if Reid did relapse when Emily 'died'? What if he started using and became addicted again? (got this idea from a tiktok comment that said they should have made him actually relapse bc it would have added sm to the plot and I agree)

Again this is a sequence to my other storie "how can i move on when im still inlove with you" but now im in the current life of my self rn and im grade so lets get started 🙂

I once knew a girl. She had jet black hair. Long and straight. She wore Jean overalls and sneakers to school. She was short, stubby and cute. Most days she was happy but her temper was scary. She played on the neighborhood streets with her family and friends, she was a good kid who grew up with good values and believed in a fair and just world. Suddenly at the age of 10 it all changed. Her big brown gleaming eyes saw more, she began to see the world as it was and that. . . That was where it all went wrong. (I write this with a heavy heart as the story that unfolds is based on true events and raw emotions. I chose to write this in a way it's easy to read and with the intent for it not to be as dark as it actually is.)

The temptation of an addiction

It's for everyone. Both those that have already tried recovery and those who are still fighting. I'm here to support. All of you, all of us. Because we all matter. I'm not a professional. Not a psychologist, psychiatrist. Just an ed survivor, writing from lived experience. Skip if you find these triggering - I completely understand. I believe that we all deserve support, and much better than the world that portrays serious diseases as "success stories" or "becoming healthier, prettier." We can do better. In short, this is a series about eating disorders and everything related to them: relapses, beginnings, the process, healing, society's influence, and recovery. I write about things that affect me as a person who has, and still is struggling with this little trap in her mind that says to give up. And that's why I'm creating this. We need something else besides the constant skinny obsession, don't we? Even if you decide not to read any of the chapters - I get it. If you don't agree with my point of view that I share in this project, that's alright. I'm not trying to convince anyone to my mind. I'm trying to let people with invisible, underrated struggles be heard, seen. And you're valid. You're enough. There're more of us. We are no longer silent. We're here for ourselves - that's already a big step toward healing. I'm not going to tell you that recovery is the same for everyone. I'm not going to tell you that people won't comment on your appearance. I'm not going to tell you that you'll always love yourself after recovery. But I am going to, at least try, to convince you that being alive is worth more than looking a certain way. You think feeling your bones is hot? You know what's more? BEING ALIVE. Healing is a process. And it's hard. But as long as you are alive, you always have a chance. I'm not one of the perfectly recovered ones. I see this trap. I've lived in it. I still do. But I'm not afraid of speaking about it - until someone finally hears me.

Hawks has always been a smiley laid back top pro hero, saving lives on the daily with his signature attitude and speed. Deep down all he's wanted is a break, all he's wanted is to be heard, but Hawks is not in control and he writes to himself as a way to cope. However those letters start to spiral till it becomes one month left for him to live. Most of these chapters are quite short- like diary entries! I hope you enjoy but do know that there is always someone out there for you.

Desperation, stemmed from years of trauma, can really turn an innocent soul into a cold hearted monster. I used to wish I couldn't feel things. I never thought the saying was true- "Be careful what you wish for" because my wishes were never more than just 'wishes' before. Now I feel nothing inside and I wish that I could un-wish that one, sometimes. I guess this is just my truth. My life.

Demons. We all have them. They hide in the darkest corners of our minds and lurk in the shadows. But there's one more thing that makes some peoples demons different. Some peoples demons totally consume them, take over their life and soul. The following are stories. Stories of such people, stories of those who have given up, stories of my own demons. Enjoy and read on. -Max- (P.S. If you have an idea. Message it to me. I love your suggestions even if it isn't for this story)

All of my inner thoughts about her. This is my way of coping.

I'm starting to give in

Yoongi never drank. Yoongi never drank. Until he did. Everything was a blur, his head buzzed, thoughts fuzzy. That was, until a resounding crack echoed in the room, the members looking at him in shock. Jungkook stood, cradling his face, tears welling up in his eyes. It was then that Yoongi realized what he had done. Warnings: alcohol, mentions of alcohol, panic attack Extra Info: hurt/comfort, angst, happy ending, fluff

The struggle of constant relapse

I thought I was done with experiencing weird shit at the last concert I went to. I thought wrong. A couple months after my daughter Hannah dragged me to see The Relapse Symphony, she and my two sons forced me to take them to Warped Tour. Even weirder shit happened at this one.

This is a work of writing I felt compelled to share. It is an actual letter I wrote to myself to remind my self that self-love does not mean you are conceited. Take the time to prioritize YOU🌈♥

It captures the feeling of being unable to move on while still hoping for a return. Would you like it worded a specific way for the ending?

Olivia White visited Los Angeles the summer before her freshman year of high school and met a teen heartthrob who fell for her. Hard. She left him when the summer ended and hasn't seen him since, his number blocked, his face forgotten. Three years later, Olivia is a senior in high school and ready to be done with the people around her. Yet when Lincoln Carter decides to move into her town, Olivia panics--what if she's discovered? What if he remembers the girl who left him high and dry and never returned his calls? Nevermind the fact that he doesn't even know her real name. A story of lost love rekindled between two would-be strangers, "Recalling Lincoln Carter" takes away the cliche "pop-star-falls-for-disinterested-fan" storyline and replaces it with a fresh look at just how far lies can take us, and just how far we will go to keep those lies as a reality. Love can be lost, but it can also be recalled. First official chapter published July 11, 2016 Last chapter published January 29, 2017 Highest Rank: #48 in Teen Fiction on 1/29/17