Stayaware Stories

If you are disturbed by suicide, self hate, and self harm, please do not read. This is about a young sucidal girl that is ashamed of the world. She believes she was born in the wrong time, and she can't take it anymore.

Eat healthy and exercise mentally as well as physically, let that be your vaccine💪🏿

When Ella finds herself stuck in a virtual reality, things get strange. She's all alone, and there are dead people. She sees paranormal entities, and she finds out that she's not alone, in a way.

Not me - my dog. Trembling, whining, shaking like he could feel something in the air I couldn't quite see but somehow understood. That restless energy, that uneasy pulse moving through the room, like the universe whispering warnings in a language made of nerves and instinct. And I'm sitting there watching him, trying to make sense of it, trying to stay centered, trying to separate fear from intuition. Because sometimes it's not panic. Sometimes it's awareness. Sometimes it's just life vibrating at a frequency too loud for comfort. People always want an explanation. "Are you okay?" "What's wrong?" "Do you need something?" But clarity doesn't always look calm. Strength doesn't always look polished. I'm clear-minded, grounded, steady in my own way - even when everything feels strange, even when the energy feels off, even when the world moves like it's hiding something behind the curtain. No pressure in my chest. No chaos in my mind. Just observation. Just awareness. Just that quiet decision to remain rooted while everything else trembles. There's a wickedness in this world you don't need to chase to recognize. You can feel it. You can sense it. And still - you don't have to bow to it. You don't have to let confusion become identity or noise become truth. I'm not worried. Not rattled. Not pulled into the swirl of unnecessary drama or manufactured fear. Some things speak for themselves. Some things reveal themselves without interrogation. Destiny has a way of making everything visible eventually - every crack, every truth, every hidden motive. And through all of it, I stay clear. No smoke screens, no mental fog, no artificial escapes. Just presence. Just grounding. Just the refusal to let outside turbulence become internal collapse. The trembling passes. The noise fades. The room settles. And I remain exactly where I intended to be - steady, aware, unshaken.