Suicidalideation Stories

a stream of consciousness dealing with my life and handling my own trauma. tw// death, self harm, suicidal ideation

Looey had been suffering in silence for a while now. His poor mental state negatively effecting his ability to perform as usual. His handler, however seizes a chance to try something new while the star of the show, Yatta comes down with a stomach bug, leaving Looey to replace his friend in the act. Could he find his worth by trying something new? Or will he mess everything up again as he usually does?

An Unlikely bond is formed between a depressed and homeless Kayoka and a beautiful yet lonely Momo when the two meet at Zen's Boba Palace, little did they know they had an entire future already painted for them. Will they admire that future together or will it go down in flames?...

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.

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)

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

Dream was of course strong. In both combat and intelligence. Dream was known as the puppet master of the server after all. He'd manipulated every single person around him, playing with them like toys. Killing anyone that got in his way, if using them proved no longer useful. Despite that however. Despite his physical and mental strengths. He felt like he'd been torn down. Stripped of every piece of himself that made him who he used to be. (Collection of oneshots exploring Dream's PTSD and psychological trauma after his escape from the prison. Heed the tag warnings.)

"My mother told me that if I was still living under her roof at twenty-eight, she would throw me out on the street. What she didn't know was that I wanted to tell her something right then. If I reached twenty-eight with nothing, in her house, under her roof... I would end it all. I would surrender my soul to ten thousand years of suffering in hell. A sinner's fate." Content Warning: This story is a mature and deeply psychological drama set in Nigeria. It deals with heavy themes, including intense domestic punishment, toxic family dynamics, sexual trauma, and thoughts of self-harm. Reader discretion is advised.

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.

This is a story dedicated to my childhood and the changes that have happened throughout it. Enjoy.

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?

A diary, of sorts, of my innermost thoughts. Warning, some poems may be triggering to read.

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.

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

Max is desperately trying to run from the world. Jamie has a car and money. This can work.

On October nineteenth, Dalia's older sister, Olivia, committed suicide. As Dalia and her family are left to handle funeral arrangements, Dalia can't help but feel guilty. After all, *she* had been the one to push her sister over the edge. Will Dalia be able to forgive herself and heal from this hurt, or will she possibly suffer the same fate as her sister? --- All of these characters belong to me!

A devastating romance that showcases grief and the long process of coming to terms with the death of a loved one. Deirdre, a newly widowed new adult who wants nothing more to follow their wife to the grave, grapples at the pieces of their reality and sanity. Lorelai, a fresh from the grave ghost, searches for ways to comfort their spouse from beyond the grave with no luck. That is until she meets a rambuntious who can both see and hear her.

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

This story is about a girl who is struggling to find a place for herself after attempting suicide.

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.