Suicidalideation Stories

a depressed bitch on your tl

A mystery in which Satan's brothers try to find out what's going on with him.

Written during my experiences in hospital programs for mental health issues Some things might be triggering

Welcome Home is a collection of poetry, of all kinds at random. Just follow along the titles and you'll be fine. I'll try to organize them as soon as I can. There are poems about good love, bad love heartbreak, loss of all kinds, LGBTQ+, racial subjects, opinions, and other subjects. I also take requests for what to write about, like certain subjects.

When Phil "died," Clint was heartbroken. He blamed himself for Phil's death and for never telling him that he loved him. He spiraled into depression. Then Natasha found out what Fury had been hiding for the past year. CW: Description of depression and suicidal ideation.

Ive never had many long-lasting friendships, and none felt very real. Until now. Until Gerard, Mikey, Ray, and Frank. They're like a concept completely new to me, and they're wonderful. But will it really be enough to save me from my mind?

Nightmare, who has been dead for the last century, stumbles across a dying Sans in a destroyed au and takes him under his wing. Er, tentacles. From there, they start a band of rejects to get revenge on his brother. Sadly, said brother has other plans for them. That wont stop the shakily made team from bonding and having fun though! (AU where Killer is the leader of the 'Bad Sanses'. I own pretty much none of the characters)

This is my story I'm also posting on my ao3 account. Tommy has had enough of struggling, and he can't do it anymore. It's the only thing he thinks can make him feel better. (image found on Picuki)

Patton had been stressing a lot recently and it's starting to show. All of his friends are worried, especially the object of his affection, Janus. In times like these Patton always found comfort in laying on the roof and watching the sky. Usually he did this alone but tonight was different. Janus comes to check on him, staying up there until he was sure Patton would be okay ((Cover by me. See more of my art on Instagram @ pj_draws_art))

This is a story about something that happened to me. This is a very sad gruesome story and has a lot of triggers. This also has the affects of what happened and what it has done to me mentally and physically. This is more for myself then for anyone else. I'm sorry if you don't like it but if you don't like it then don't read it. This is all true things that happened, none of it is over exaggerated nor made up. I put this under the horror genre because it truly is a horrible story. I warned you.

My diary as I struggle through depression, suicidal thoughts, and other varying mental illnesses. *TRRIGER WARNING* Mentions of suicide Eating disorders Depression Self-harm DO NOT READ IF EASILY TRIGGERED!

i spent over an hour writing a Norton x Reader angst fic but it didnt save so now im just writing headcanons.

Characters belong to Rick Riordan; I do not claim ownership. Probably OOC. English is not my first language-beware of grammar and spelling mistakes! After the war with Gaea, Camp Jupiter is forced to reckon with countless changes: Jason's departure, the deaths of legionnaires, a shaken chain of command-and a praetor barely holding herself together. The Twelfth Legion struggles to recover from its losses. Rome demands leadership-unyielding, decisive, and willing to bear impossible weight. Hazel Levesque never asked to be involved. At fourteen, she is loyal, brave, and painfully aware of the cost of war-but Rome has never spared the young. As expectations rise and loyalties fracture, a new praetor is expected to command the Twelfth Legion. Will they rise to meet Rome's demands-or be crushed beneath them? Can they truly bear the responsibility of being one of the youngest praetors in Camp Jupiter's history? Will they lead the legion forward-or collapse under the weight of Rome's expectations? Will they be remembered as a great leader... or as an embarrassment? And above all: can they make a child of the Underworld earn the respect that was stolen from them at birth?

sometimes, the best part of a story is the goodbye scene. If it comes in the middle there's so much room for hope and reconciliation. if its at the end it leaves you wanting more. Sometimes the goodbye is permanent, sometimes saying goodbye comes too late, sometimes you say it for closure. No matter when it happens its so beautiful. this story is a compilation of goodbye scenes, most are original works, some are retellings, and if I can site it properly, some are quoted scenes from my favorite stories.

I promised myself not to get too close to those Google searches. I was also insomniac. And all those rules became meaningless anyway.

BrOTP becomes OTP becomes OT3 becomes OT4 and no less no more. It starts with Anxiety, and he starts with anxiety. But a hesitant, shaky start is still a start. (The others are very proud of him for the progress he's made.) #1: Anxiety explains himself to Morality. They're sitting on a bed together, just talking. Again, crossposted from my Ao3, sdecci. There will be 4 chapters.

Really lame poetry from a really lame girl. Poetry book one, 'Teeth', is complete. If you like it, hit that star. Comments are nice too. -M.

Summary: You've always loved the Ocean / the waves that propel you away, / farther from Land than your ship already was. / Deep, deep below / the Thing waits / out of reach of the light. Rating: T Genres: Horror, Hurt/Comfort, Poetry, Spiritual, Tragedy Tags: Major Character Death, General fears related to being lost at sea, Kenophobia (fear of empty spaces), Thalassophobia (fear of deep bodies of water), Sea monster (teeth, tentacles, glowing), Shipwreck, Loss of family member (father), Thirst, Hunger, Hypothermia, Exposure, Sunburns, Drowning, Swallowed whole and alive, Brief mention of real splinters and metaphorical needles and razor blades, Hallucinations, Disassociation, Rebirth, Transformation, Suicidal Ideation, Telepathy, 2nd person POV To see the version that's formatted like a high school English class handout, go here: https://www.deviantart.com/spacedimentio/art/You-ve-always-loved-the-Ocean-story-poem-868164050 Cover art: https://www.wallpaperflare.com/body-of-water-under-full-moon-sea-night-ocean-dark-moonlight-wallpaper-azalj

"It's funny. The day you lose someone isn't the worst - at least you've got something to do. It's all the days they stay dead." -12 Just a little fic I wrote about 10, after he lost Rose at Canary Wharf and Bad Wolf Bay. Shit gets pretty dark. I've never written an OC, so bear with me.

A poem I wrote one sleepless night before school. TW// Denouncing medication and suicidal ideation//