Selftherapy Stories

an entangled string of messy thoughts and feelings in the form of a creative outlet

Writing here 'cause I can't go to therapy : ) You don't have to read this (obviously), but if you like reading people's diaries you are very welcome (seriously if you would like to give any advice go ahead). I don't think anything in this 'book' will make sense as I write in it not to be comprehensive but let out some steam basically.

"Art without an audience is just self-therapy"

Story about my personal life being turned around for 360 degrees

Musings of someone who has nothing but her thoughts to keep her company. What do you make of them? Each part or "chapter" are stand alone thoughts and have no connection to any of the ones before and after them. So go through the list of contents and pick out whatever title you'd like to read. Hope you like it♡ I would love to read any comments and thoughts on what you think about these musings or if it made you think of a time that wasn't so pleasant. But my dear readers all you need to know is that you're not alone. Even if it feels like you are. Have hope. I know it's easier said than done. I know how everyday can be a battle and every tomorrow a reminder that life can be tiresome and that there's still a long way to go but every moment of your life is precious. Sending love from an anon "author."♡ If you liked any one of the little musings, please vote or comment c: it really helps out an author like me to reach more readers and help out maybe even just one more person with my silly words ( ^ω^ ) Thank you! (credits to the owners/photographers of the pictures and art pieces plus some of my own?)

"I don't know if you've ever felt like that. That you wanted to sleep for a thousand years. Or just not exist. Or just not be aware that you do exist. Or something like that. I think wanting that is very morbid, but I want it when I get like this. That's why I'm trying not to think. I just want it all to stop spinning." - Stepehen Chbosky

Self therapy writing about my dreams of meeting my hero, Deadmau5

A reality that is everyone's to share. Experiences we all go through but deal with in our own ways. Journeys we all embark on, to self-actualisation, independence, becoming a person in our own rights. Life in colour is exciting and beautiful but all colour fades into bleak chromatics, shades of what once was vibrant

Many things happen in life... Some happy, some sad, some memorable events, some unforgettable events. Some things that affected us while we were young, at times mistakes we do or events that occured while we were young. The Story Of Life is about things that happen to us in life. Mostly people who had or are having one of these: depression, suicidal thoughts, PTSD, involved in sexual harassment(rape), anxiety, relationships, love and more... This is not really an inspirational story but I hope it helps most of y'all going through these shits in life. Most of the things I write is about me and how I got free from them. Hope you read and enjoy it!!!

Serendipity is something i have yet to experience, but its the only thing keeping me going.

This is a public journal about things most people keep private. I am a hurt person, and here, I try to pinpoint specific memories and explore them.

Persönliche & random Texte bzw Tagebuch Einträge oderso.

This is a book of traumatic events that I've witnessed. Some are worse than others. If you read, I wish you the best of luck :)

so basically this is my self-therapy journal that i'll be writing in to tell you guys about my day, you can read it if you want. you care more about my life than i do if u read this though tbh

Half of Me is a collection of love poems about a beautiful love story

I have always had to write out my feelings, because if I don't, I slowly start to feel like I am going criminally insane. My brain naturally goes a million miles a minute, my ADD and GAD (General Anxiety Disorder) being excluded from the equation. I am constantly thinking, which can occasionally be a very dangerous pastime for me, because I overthink literally anything and everything. This is my way of letting go of years-old grudges. My way of self-therapy. My way for closure. My way of successfully explaining why I am the way I am. My way of having a better understanding of myself. My way of understanding situations from all perspectives. Most importantly, it's my way of healing, mentally and emotionally.

The IT crowd looked on, the girls clad in skin-tight or Bodycon dresses with bunny ears and sky high heels regarded me with interest. A slow blush built, burning up my cheeks; a contrast to the glimmering emerald ivy leaves I drew on. The vine was short; intricate in a sense but simple. Drawn on the left side of my face, the vine started at the edge of my cheekbone; curving up over and ending just about in the middle of my eyebrow. Complementing my hazel eyes, I only added pale gold eye shadow and mascara to elongate my eyelashes. My mocha hair was left down in natural waves; ending a couple inches below my shoulders. I doubt any of them really knew who I was. ''Amara?'' Except for one. Abused her whole life, shunned by her peers; Amara Wolfe faces a hard life. Will showing up at her High school Halloween change anything?

What does it feel like to feel like a failure ? To look at others and think of yourself as a piece of shit. Well, here's how I feel

not I found left on my phone. figured it should be seen.