Selftherapy Stories

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!!!

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

Words in my head. Symphony of my heart. Those heartbreaks and sleepless nights created this book with tears and angst. >>Read/Comment/Vote if you're really interested on it. Thank you.

I plan for this book to be an unadulterated, true psychological expression of myself. I am essentially trying to therapize myself by writing improvised dialogue between different parts of myself. This is not meant to be entertaining, but I am publishing it in the case that others find it to be a helpful tool for themselves. Not every entry will be satisfying to read or incredibly insightful. Nor will they necessarily make sense. The point is that it is a record of my psyche, and hopefully this form of self-work will inspire others to do the same. This work is inspired by the book: Meditations, by Marcus Aurelius.

Story about my personal life being turned around for 360 degrees

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.

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.

This is for all you suicidal, and depressed, and bipolar people out here. I love you. I know what your thinking. not really, or if you knew who I was you wouldn't, or you don't even know me! how could you possibly love me. well I do. Unconditional love is more needed in this world now than ever before. so I love you.

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

madness of the mind, where writing leads to the soul

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

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

Lorelei. That's what they call me. It's unique, rare even, perharps beautiful. An utter contradiction to myself so i've been told. As Lorelei delves deeper into the recesses of her psyche, she unravels layers of complexity within herself, confronting fears and desires that have long been suppressed. Through moments of introspection, she learns to embrace the full spectrum of human emotion, from profound sorrow to unbridled joy. Lorelei's journey serves as a metaphor for the universal experience of being trapped yet liberated by our own emotions. Her story resonates with those who grapple with feelings they struggle to articulate but know exist deep within their souls. It's a prison of possibilities embracing the contradiction of being held captive and free.

This is just a journal for my thoughts during depressive episodes. I posted it in case others felt the same way. If certain details seem repetitive throughout chapters, it's because I think of those details more than once. I write as I think.

"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

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

thoughts - actions - memories