Selfharmrecovery Stories

A poem that I wrote ;)

A story about love, heartbreak, promises, and the darkness that follows. She fights to survive, even when everything feels impossible. Can she find herself again - or will the darkness win?

Solangelo❤️ please read the first part of the first chapter in bold and Italics it will describe what will be in this book??

Lexi falls inlove with her brothers bestfriend. after years of torture and embarrassment from both of them. Contains selfharm. don't harm yourself**

Contest Entry for Love, Simon.

Sequel to You Don't Know What It's Like

It's not admiration; it's addiction. In the process of editing.

Muichiro has spent his life chasing numbness. The weight of his thoughts, the ghosts of his past, and the marks carved into his skin are proof of that. Pain is the only thing that feels real-until Genya Shinazugawa shatters his carefully built walls. Genya is raw fire, all sharp edges and untamed emotions, refusing to let Muichiro slip away. He sees everything-the scars, the silence, the suffocating loneliness-and he isn't afraid to drag Muichiro back into the light. But Genya's touch is nothing like pain. It's heat, pressure, possession. It's the kind of burn Muichiro doesn't want to escape from. The kind that makes him crave more. And when Genya offers himself as something to hold onto, to break against, to feel in every way possible-Muichiro isn't sure he can resist. Dark, intense, and dangerously intimate, Burn Into Me is a short story exploring the blurred lines between pain and pleasure, healing and destruction, and the undeniable pull of two broken souls who refuse to let go. Trigger Warnings: This story contains graphic smut, self-harm, PTSD, depression, emotional trauma, blood, possessiveness, and heavy angst. Reader discretion is strongly advised.

'Exile refers to the state of being barred from one's native country. It represents a profound sense of loss and separation, impacting identity and belonging.' I hope you feel less alone here.

Types up a description, wattpad deletes it, CURSE YOU WATTPAD!!!! Gives it another go, wattpad, AGAIN, deletes it, ok now your purposely dicking with me. I sense extreme dickory!!! What did I do wrooooong? So I'm gonna give it another go, but I swear, if wattpad deletes it, A FUCKING THIRD TIME, Imma take it personally- it's early (about 3:30 a.m.) and I do my best writing when I'm tired as all balls so here this is, attempt number three. ~~~~~ Mark's getting sent off to another recovery program. His mother can't handle both his brother, his dying father, and all the bills to accompany last minute attempts to get more time with the kindhearted man, and Mark. A suicidal, depressed, self loathing, self harming, fuck up, that no one likes, with an eating disorder. He's been in and out of countless programs to get better, each and every failing. He can't be trusted with medication, because when he looks at pills all he sees is another attempt to kill himself. So what's so different about this one? Well, it's across an ocean, on a completely different continent, in Ireland. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Jack wasn't expecting what he was greeted with when he came back to the house, given by the program. He wasn't expecting the girl he was supposed to help heal, Wiishu, to be laid in the tub, with stab wounds to the stomach and chest, long slits all up her frail arms, and words like fat, slut, and imperfect carved all over her body. All self inflicted. After so many questions that Jack's head started to spin, all Jack wanted to do was curl up in his room, away from everything and everyone. Unfortunately, we don't always get what we want. As soon as Wiishu's bloody body was hauled away with the reporters, Jack was reassigned to a new house and a new soul to look over and guide away from harmful habits, because it's all fun and games until the wounds don't heal.

The majority of my life story in an intense spoken word form. It tells of my life before I really took my relationship with God seriously and then now and how I am combating everything.

Life can be pretty stressful, trust me, I get it. So I'm here to help!

Souta Fujimura keeps to himself, carrying the weight of scars no one sees - reminders of battles fought in silence. Life at Fujimura High School is a daily struggle, made heavier by bullying and loneliness. Then there's Aoi Nakamura, the bright and popular girl whose laughter fills every corner of the school. When their worlds unexpectedly collide, Souta's quiet heart begins to beat a little faster, and a fragile hope takes root. This slow-burning slice-of-life romance follows Souta as he navigates the challenges of depression, self-acceptance, and the courage it takes to open up to someone new. With Aoi's warmth and his best friend Kenta's unwavering support, Souta may just find that healing starts with the smallest step - and love can bloom in the most unexpected places.

When Luna Nocturn gets released from a mental hospital their are only two people willing to take her in. They already have five children living with them but that won't stop them from trying to help Luna. But is she to far gone to be helped. The first thing to do is to go and get her things from her previous foster home and take it to the Fosters home.

The story follows a young man who is required to go to meetings at the hospital each week. Find out his story of how he ended up there. This story also follows a stranger who enters his life and changes it for the better. Excuse me if I make any grammer mistakes and if you spot any incorrect grammer please post a comment and I'll do my best to fix it.

3 months!

⚠️trigger warning⚠️ this story includes selfharm it is a story about your struggle with self-harm that feels endless, but with Olivia Benson's unwavering support, you begin to find hope. As dark urges threaten to pull you back, Olivia offers patience, care, and a promise to never let go.