Roadtorecovery Stories

this is the second part of The Self Assessments Of A Depressed Girl

Star student, basketball star, caring family--Rachel has a lot going for her. When all this potential comes to a sudden hold, she begins to lose herself. Rachel is breaking, falling through the cracks of her eating disorder, And she doesn't even realize it. All it takes is one feeling, and one day to change everything, helping her to realize who she really is, and how to escape from where she has fallen. It all began on Day One.

A girl who was full of dreams but came to a point that she just wanted to end them all. By further research and determination, she was convinced that things will get better and she will be successful.

When there is no chance at finding hope sam resorts to self harm leading her down a darkened path. A new boy in town reaches out to her. Slowly Sam gets comfortable with this new companion and realizes that he wants to help. Things get worse as she reaches her climax and attempts suicide three times in one week. The boy breaks his promise and seeks out help for Sam. They soon discover that there is a light at the end of a very long road of trust, strength, determination, difficulties and even love. Together they attempt to reach that light and rid of their sorrow. #romance

You could say this is part three to the 'Diary of a Struggling Genderfluid Person' series, but it's not. It's different. It is my journey to recovery, my journey to find happiness again. Guaranteed to be less sad, more informational, and plenty emotional, for those of you who wish to take this journey with me.

This is a story of addiction, destruction, rock bottom and the attempt to heal body, mind, and soul.

After being rescued from HYDRA, Y/N slowly begins to heal. While their physical injuries are visible, the mental ones lay hidden. No one knows what happened to Y/N, not even their new girlfriend, Wanda Maximoff. (Reader is Gender Neutral) /// This is Book 2, and there's Book 1 (More Than Just Friends?). Why not read it first? /// /// Completed On: 22/09/2020 /// /// Update - 29/12/2020 /// The first third of this story and the entirety of its prequel, More Than Just Friends?, were written when I was mentally at my lowest. Its very much a self indulgent thing, but as I now go through and edit it, I realise that some people reading/or those that have read this may be in a similar position I was last year. If so, please know you are never alone, and that someone cares, bellow are two Mental Health Organisations (UK & US) that you can contact. Let me know if you want another country's number and I'll add it. UK Helpline (Mind.org.uk): 0208 215 2243 US Helpline (Mental Health America): (703) 684.7722

How I have been feeling lately.

Second Chance Stables Where Every Horse Deserves A Second Chance. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- A stallion is in great need of saving. He's in pain, hurt by his trainers, including his owner, doing the 'Big Lick'. But when a young, adult female and her family came to rescue him, he knew he has lots of road of recovery to do. Will he heal up his scars? Will the new people treat him nicely? And most of all, will he meet the mare of his dreams?

it's been really, really hard, but you've been so brave.

The rock bottom sometimes sneaks up before you know it... sometimes it hides... but sometimes it allows for a slow death... But one thing is to hit the rock bottom and find your way up to the surface...

🖤🖤 Unless I state otherwise: all art, photos, quotes, and song lyrics used are not mine. 🖤🖤 •This blog will contain adult language, rather I write it, it's in a photo, quote, or in song lyrics. Some topics may have sensitive material, please read and view with caution. • .

The loneliest moment in someone's life is when they are watching their whole world falls apart because of them and all they can do is stare blankly. Because of our metal states we destroy everything we touch including ourselves, we watch our worlds fall apart because we do not see ourselves as creative, we only see ourselves as destructive. Hopefully through this writing journey I find that what we believe about ourselves is a lie, and that we are stronger than we think, that we are worth it... that I am worth it. Maybe you might too...

A single notification shattered the illusion she'd meticulously built - his pre-wedding photo. This short story delves into the raw emotions of betrayal and heartbreak, leaving a lingering intrigue about my path to self-discovery and future relationships.

A poetry book from the heart, all written by me, Jaja L.

Y/N, a top SI scientist lives with the Avengers. They became fast friends with Wanda, though Y/N realises they like Wanda more than just a friend. Wanda feels the same. Then HYDRA gets involved. (Reader is Gender Neutral) (Text To Speech Option Enabled) /// This is Book 1, there's also Book 2 (Road To Recovery) and Book 3 (Moving Forward). Why not read them after this one? /// /// Completed On: 09/10/19 /// /// Update - 29/12/2020 /// This story and the first third of its sequel, Road To Recovery, were written when I was mentally at my lowest. It's very much a self-indulgent thing, but as I now go through and edit it, I realise that some people reading/or those that have read this may be in a similar position I was last year. If so, please know you are never alone, and that someone cares, below are two Mental Health Organisations (UK & US) that you can contact. Let me know if you want another country's number and I'll add it. UK Helpline (Mind.org.uk): 0208 215 2243 US Helpline (Mental Health America): (703) 684.7722

• • • "I don't think I ever loved you" She loved him, all of him and he broke her, all of her. *contains strong language*

When Primrose discovers that everything she's been through was a lie she goes on self discovery search to become the person she always wanted to be, but this little shitty thing called life gets in the way at shocking moments.

These are memories, some are scary, some will make cry. Of course I've have good memories, but growing up in foster care with dead parents and too many adoptions can haunt a person for life. This is my road to recovery.

young romance