Theraphy Stories

A LenaMiu Fanfiction. Lena Whitlock is a therapist who knows exactly where lines are-and how to explain crossing them. Miu Natalia Liang is a creative director who believes honesty should feel less like being dissected. After ending therapy, matching anonymously on a dating app, and reuniting months later under polite lies, the two women spiral into a romance fueled by desire, denial, and carefully worded justifications. As attraction turns physical and feelings deepen, insight proves dangerously seductive, and love demands more than self-awareness-it demands accountability. GENRE: Sapphic Romance | Rom-Com | Contemporary | Mature Content

Don't hide the truth. This is a short story about me and my mental health issues

alex meets rosie and it is history from then

I will post sad poems here. These topics could appear in it: suicide, self-harm, love, separation, friendship and more🤍

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❝Will you still accept me, hyung?❞ ❝You never fails to fascinate me.❞ *sequel to c a p t i v a t i n g* The story contents are all made by the author's imagination. If there are scenes that are similar, it's purely coincidence. #721 in Fanfiction #586 in Fanfiction #779 in Fanfiction #832 in Fanfiction All Rights Reserved ©SquishyJiKook

When Archway Young Offenders Institution is closed down a notebook is found in one of the rooms. "I have to start by saying that this isn't an apology. I'm not sorry.I'm not." This is that notebook. "They say I'm evil and everyone believes it. Including you. But you don't know" It's pages reveal the dark and troubled mind of Emily Koll,Archway's most notorious inmate. "Sometimes I wonder if I'll ever shake off my mistakes or if I'll just carry them around with me forever like a bunch of red balloons."

A life of a normal human being, experiencing both ups and downs and a story of love.

open for all therapy including simp therapy PS: ~ I don't diagnosed mental illness nor health problems~

A therapist's reccomend Two parent's in pain A suicidal teen And...Me. A depression survival girl who gets chosed as a 'theraphy friend' to that suicidal teen who just got survived after trying to commit suicide with his medical pills But I think I can help him so let's just smile :)

I used to imagine I'd be able to write and tell a lot of stories as a kid, but life had other plans for me, and this would be my first and only story. I had to live the life my sisters wanted to live because I was partially to blame for their deaths (or so I thought). I was diagnosed with a disease that gave me a maximum of 5 years to live before death claimed my life. In the time I had left, I chose to live not only for myself but also for my sisters. Can a sick girl go through life doing things that three girls should do? Secrets have been revealed, and it's no longer about me trying to live up to my conscience by living for my sisters, but rather an affair that affects the entire Vincenzo family; are the girls even dead who would calm the raging storm seeking vengeance, and what would happen in the face of betrayal; who knows what is died may never die. This is my story, and my name is Isabella Vincenzo.

I don't know why but I uhh.....wanna do this since I feel better. I don't know why, but it kinda relieves some pain whenever I write this. This is where I relieve my stress, and I hope yours too. So please enjoy

Upon the night when every fish in the ocean, when every bird in their nest, and when everyone has well rested in their cozy place. Leaving me out, who are still rotting, slowly decaying in this mattress but whose heart still pumps fast for no solid reason at all. Still, I exist in this messy chaos I created from my tears of frustration and pain. Tissue thrown on the floor; empty box of milk sitting on my desk; books staying either on top of my closet or shivering under the bed; and the chipped bottle containing star paper I collect back from the trash bin... Eventually, I fell asleep. I found myself in nowhere but the night sky, and I met a white like snow cat. Together we walk on the journey, and together we travel around. To fix what we regret, to improve what we are weak at, and to learn from our mistakes. Remaster of Giấc mơ ngọt; Will be fixed soon in the future. Cover currently WIP

Trapped souls finding solace

An angel is sent to Earth to find a lost soul that was supposed to go to Heaven but stayed at Earth, but he found someone else. He found a demon that was send to retrieve that soul too, but to hell. How will this angel turn this person to good so he can take him to heaven? Or will be the demon successful and turn this person to evil to take him to heaven? Lets see

#The Truth To Be Told Season 2 There is no longer an Aubrielle Aria Sullivan who is weak and unable to protect the one she loves in life because now she is Addison Rya Davis. She will do what she can to protect her loved ones but how can she protect them if she is still traumatized in her past? Will she need help someone to get through her trauma. January 5, 2022- March 29, 2022 (COMPLETED)

"Go to hell." Ciara Sheldon didn't flinch. Not even when the smirk on the stranger's lips made her stomach twist. Ciara was your typical teenage tomboy: messy brunette hair, freckles dusting her sun-kissed cheeks, and a pout that could both annoy and charm. She was stubborn, fiercely independent, and unapologetically sassy-but those who earned her trust knew a gentler, sweeter side waited beneath the defiance. Her life was about to get a lot more complicated. Austin Mayor-charming, reckless, and infuriatingly attractive-was the kind of boy every girl whispered about. His devilish grin and quick temper were legendary, and somehow, he seemed determined to push every one of Ciara's buttons. "If I win," he said, leaning casually against the locker, eyes glinting, "you go on a date with me." Ciara crossed her arms. "And if I win?" He raised an eyebrow. "Then... we go visit the devil. Like you wanted." Her smirk was unstoppable. "Deal." The tension between them crackled, a dangerous kind of chemistry that neither wanted to admit. Fire met fire, stubbornness clashed with recklessness-and the question lingered in the air: would one of them finally give in? And what did the devil really want with them? ---