Sobriety قصص

Ten years later. Willow Gray had spent an entire decade actively avoiding Hermione Granger. In that time, she built a life she was content with: one rooted in sobriety and in honoring her sister's memory. But when Hermione stumbles into a quiet bookstore in London, Willow finds herself confronted with everything she has spent years trying to escape. What begins as a simple interaction becomes an unavoidable proximity, despite Willow's restraint. Hermione's curiosity gets the better of her; she can't understand how she never once crossed paths with Willow at school. That curiosity slowly deepens into something neither of them anticipated, forcing Willow to navigate the growing weight of her feelings while keeping Hermione in the dark, bound by the terms of an Unbreakable Vow. When healing has meant restraint, what does love demand? *I DO NOT OWN HERMIONE GRANGER OR ANY ASPECT OF THE WIZARDING WORLD. ANY REFERENCES TO RELATED CONTENT ARE NOT CLAIMED AS MY OWN. ALL RIGHTS BELONG TO J.K. ROWLING.*

Coming of age story about a teenager named Beth and her soon-to-be friend, Dennis. Both battling family and societal pressures, one refusing to succumb, one living two lives. Their story navigates drug addiction and domestic violence, while reminding readers how important a confidence in our sense-of-self really is. Both of their families will emphasize the good and bad in all of us, the strength and weakness we all carry. That no human is perfect, love is not a transaction, and loyalty is a choice.

This isn't a redemption fairytale. It's meth smoke and jail cells. It's losing children and losing your mind. It's driving ninety-five through a red light hoping something ends. It's bipolar spirals, broken knuckles, burned bridges... and the woman who stayed anyway. Michael Todd didn't "hit rock bottom." He detonated. Prison didn't save him. Rehab didn't magically fix him. Love didn't erase the damage. But somehow, he survived it. This is a memoir about addiction, grief, violence, faith, loyalty, and choosing to remain when disappearing would've been easier. It's messy. It's honest. It's not softened for comfort. If you've ever asked yourself, "Here I am... now what?" This story is for you.

Ray is eighteen, a trans boy, and addicted to alcohol. He checks into rehab hoping to find some kind of control over his life. He has a girlfriend and thinks he knows who he is straight, loyal, and trying to survive. Then he meets Phil, twenty-eight, addicted to Xanax, sarcastic, charming... and utterly confusing. Phil flirts, teases, and slowly breaks down the walls Ray has built around his heart. Ray fights it, tries to do the right thing, but the pull is irresistible. As they grow closer, boundaries blur, feelings intensify, and secrets multiply. Ray struggles with guilt, sobriety, and identity, while Phil battles his own demons. Their slow-burning connection becomes impossible to ignore but love, desire, and tragedy don't play fair. This story is inspired by my own experiences. content warning ‼️ addiction, self harm, trauma, pregnancy as a trans male and abortion, dysphoria, boundary violations, toxic romance

Refined tales of my time

In the Hush: A Reckoning in Five Acts Dedication To those who had the courage to love me.  Introduction This collection is a reckoning-a lived testimony caught between fury and stillness, between burning down and building up. These poems and songs travel through descent, reckoning, confrontation, surrender, and ascent. They are prayers disguised as profanity, and confessions dressed in rhythm. At times harsh, at times tender, always honest-this is the sound of someone refusing to be silenced. Each piece stands as a step in the journey-toward wholeness, toward peace, toward

I have always been known as an emotional roller coaster. I needed to find an outlet to my emotions that did not involve breaking glass or new drywall. Over the past few months I have realized what the power of writing can do for me! I have learned that when I have so many thoughts and feelings building up inside of me, when I feel like I just need to explode, all I've got to do is grab a pen and go. I write. I take those feelings and let them pour out of my words. As I write those built up emotions get released, like an almost overflowing bathtub and then the plug is pulled so it can drain. Throwing or hitting something only pulled my plug for a moment and then it was shoved back in and not too long before I felt the urge of breaking again. Writing is like pulling the plug but then holding that plug out of the drain until I decide its at the level I need it to be. Writing can be as exhausting as a marathon to me! Every single word that comes out of me in writing is felt, learned from and preserved. My hopes for putting all of my emotions into a book are very simple. I am human, just like I hope anyone who listens to or reads this book will be. I have been told that I am really good at taking my emotions and explaining how they feel with words. Whether it is just to have someone to relate with and have someone be able to say, "I've been there before!". Or, being one of those people who have so much inside them but they don't know how to talk about or express it. Just having them be able to read one of the poems and know exactly what they are feeling because someone decided to put their feelings into words. To let someone know that they are not alone. Maybe, just maybe, in some small way, This book will help me realize that I'm not alone.

S O M E D A Y S. The thoughts are so bad, I don't even need the bottle for them to seep into my head. My teeth erupt into snow and crimson trying to stop them. They look like the old Japanese flag. S O M E D A Y S. The thoughts only come when my bottom lip is suctioned to the ravishingly green mouth of the bottle. Stupid move on my part. Or maybe it isn't. The bottle kissed me first. On those days, the bottle and its friends do the job of my teeth. Much more effectively. S O M E D A Y S. Nothing happens. S O M E D A Y S. Both happen. And the only option is to not have any options.

Klaus Hargeeves is longing after someone he technically shouldn't be. He really wants him, but maybe that won't turn out well. Probably won't because he really misses the drugs.

Short writings of an addict in recovery.

She could see this coming, but assumed it wouldn't get the best of her. She wouldn't be like others she knew and grew up with. She swore she would be better. But life always has different plans and sick jokes to play. When will it stop? When will there come a day where thing's are perfect, it's all she can think about, where is her light at the end of the tunnel? Follow the journey a girl who loses her way and numerous battles with depression and addiction. The journey of a girl who has witnessed hell itself. Most importantly, how will she get through it all?

A young girl, navigating the labyrinth of hard times, embodies a somber presence tainted by remorse. Her journey is an intricate tapestry woven with threads of dead ends, each avenue seemingly leading to a closed door. The weight of her experiences hangs heavily, etching shadows on the canvas of her spirit. In the quiet moments, the echoes of her struggles reverberate, casting a pall over the path she treads. Yet, within the depths of her turmoil, a resilient spark flickers, hinting at an indomitable spirit yearning for a glimmer of hope amid the shadows.

Frankie is sobber 5months,has a long trail of boys behind her,a lot about of embarrassments,a lot of happy times. Friends Enemies The damaged family Frienemies The insomnia now,relapse dreams,and uugh the looking inside thingie. Please let's not forget of the people pleasing 🥱 **Story is not yet finished*

The beginning of a beautiful path to healing, in words written from my heart.

Ever since Demi's old body guard quit, she has been looking for a new one and that's where Mason comes in. Mason is years old and has just gotten out of the military after 17 years. One of his old military buddies told him about a position as a body guard and that's where Mason meets Demi Lovato and something more happens than just him protecting a beautiful woman, and possibly saving her in the process.

nothing to live for, only a good drink. why must life be so hard... and Graham be so pretty? #10 in vodka 05/01/24

basically small stories, some detailed some not. I update this book when im rlly bored so if I ever upload im rlly bored lol. I cant rlly say the genres that WILL be in the book but we'll find out? this is also kind of a vent book.. I just let my imaginación out here. since I dont have the balls to get a real journal bc my familia doesnt know what privacy is 😒

Eilean Harris left her hometown with nothing but a packed bag, a handful of bad decisions, and the conviction she'd never come back. But addiction has a way of stripping you down to the bone - and when rock bottom finds her in a pharmacy aisle, she has no choice but to return to the place she swore she'd never see again. Now back in the sharp-edged quiet of Gunchapel, Lynn's sleeping under the same ceiling she once stared at as a teenager, navigating the ghosts of who she used to be: the best friend she betrayed, the boy who couldn't save her, and the mother she's still learning how to talk to. Told in intimate, razor-clean prose, Gunchapel Edge is a daring story about recovery and reckoning, memory and mess, and what it really means to come home - not to the place, but to yourself.

The best and worst lesson of my life.

This poetry book was written having multiple narratives, lots of happiness and healing, lots of aching and low points. I choose the title "sincerely October" to capture being authentic.