Therapy hikaye

Rob49 & Dess Dior Fanfiction

Two weeks after she risked everything to jump onto a moving truck, Lucy is assigned to be Tim's aide. Little do either of them know, their careers are about to take a turn. The two have to navigate their professional and personal relationships, piecing it back together one small dose at a time. Post S6 finale Chenford fic, somewhat speculative of S7. - "Hang on," Celina says, realization dawning on her. "You want me to ride with Bradford and Chen." Grey narrows his eyes. "Yes." "Together. Like, all of us in the same shop?" Celina looks between the three of them. "I'm sorry, I thought I was signing up to be a cop, not to be in the middle of an emotional minefield."

Dani gets to therapy twenty minutes early every week. Not because she wants to. Because if she doesn't, she won't go at all. She sits in the same chair. Avoids eye contact. Says just enough to seem fine. Across the waiting room, another girl does the same. They don't talk. Not really. But when scribbles start appearing in Dani's notebook, left behind by someone else, something begins to change. It's not a love story. Not at first. It's a story about thinking you know who you are. And then meeting someone who quietly, accidentally, asks you to think again.

☂️ : Amidst Yeonjun's demanding work schedule, Taehyun feels neglected and distant from his fiancé. As their connection fades, Taehyun's sadness deepens, and doubts creep in. Yeonjun's relentless pursuit of success threatens to derail his relationship with Taehyun. As work consumes him, Taehyun feels increasingly isolated, his emotional void deepening. Yeonjun's apologies and promises offer fleeting solace, but fail to bridge the growing chasm. Will Yeonjun recognize the toll his ambition takes on their love before it's too late? Can Taehyun's patience and devotion endure the test of time? Or will their bond, once strong and unbreakable, succumb to the pressures of Yeonjun's career? Will they find a way to reconcile love and ambition, or will the fissures prove insurmountable? Dive into the poignant journey of Taehyun and Yeonjun as they navigate the complexities of 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄, 𝐋𝐎𝐘𝐀𝐋𝐓𝐘, and 𝐒𝐀𝐂𝐑𝐈𝐅𝐈𝐂𝐄. ⋅˚₊‧ ୨☂️୧ ‧₊˚ ⋅ "Yeonjun, your love for Taehyun is clear, but the toxic patterns are undeniable. Maybe it's time to let go?" "No, I love him. I want to make it work." "Your persistence might hinder his growth. Taehyun needs space to rediscover himself." "But without him, I'm lost." "Letting go doesn't mean forever; holding on toxicly ensures mutual suffering. Give Taehyun freedom, and yourself a chance at 𝐑𝐄𝐃𝐄𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍." ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 .ᐟ 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐃 : 𝟏/𝟐𝟓/𝟐𝟒 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐓𝐔𝐒 : 𝐎𝐧-𝐠𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐄𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐃 : 𝐒𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝚂𝚘𝚘𝚋𝚜𝙼𝚘𝚊 .𖥔 ݁ ˖

elodie carries her silence like a shadow, her selective mutism leaves her world half-spoken. yet, much to her surprise, billie is the one person who seems to hear what she can't bring herself to say. billie's patience is tested at points, but she makes it her quiet mission to help elodie's voice find its way into the world. their relationship stays strictly professional as their bond deepens softly, leaving both of them touched by a mystery that neither of them can name.

Vivienne starts her video diary at the request of her therapist, an exercise meant to help her organize her thoughts. But words have a way of uncovering truths she isn't ready to face: old fears, forgotten pain, and memories that refuse to stay buried. Between therapy sessions, confessions, and the quiet presence of a man who was once her closest friend, Vivienne must confront not just the man he has become, but the person she has been running from all along.

After defeating All for One at Kamino Ward, the world went quiet. All Might went back to teaching, still offering guidance to his successor and Izuku's classmates, while Katsuki had to reconcile with the guilt of ending All Might's hero career. After fighting Izuku at Ground Beta, Aizawa put his foot down and made Katsuki begin therapy. It helped. For a while. But needing help made Katsuki feel weak. And feeling weak wasn't easy for him to swallow. So, he stopped going and let everything simmer inside until he could barely look his friends in the eyes, too scared they could see straight through him. Except for one pair of bright green eyes, that shined in Katsuki's direction and made him feel like maybe, just maybe, there was still an outstretched hand. All he had to do was take it. OR Katsuki doesn't know how to be a good friend. But he wants to. [Author's Note: This is incredibly self indulgent. Lots of trans characters. Basically everyone is queer. Mild drug use (weed pen). Lots of swearing and canon typical violence. The slowest of burns, but I promise it has a happy ending <3]

A story of trauma , redemption , family , and a love written long before they understood it . AYZAL never asked a life filled with loss. but one night fate took everything from her - her parents , her childhood , her safety. left behind in the house full of people yet starved for love , she grew up learning how to hide her tears , how to breath through panic , how to survive in silence . Except Dadu... the only man who ever stood between her and the world. But the one who cut her deepest was the boy she once trusted the most - JIHAN. Her childhood protector turned cold stranger. Her silent tormentor. Years of misunderstanding , manipulation , and bitterness had turned him into the very strom she feared . yet underneath his anger lived a heart that never stopped aching for her . this is the story of a wounded girl learning to breath again.... And a broken man trying to deserve her breath.

While the Loud House Goes about it's Original Business On Another Loud Yet Beautiful Day; Lincoln, The Only Sibling Male out of 11, Wakes up, Hoping for Peace; but it feels like every time he does he speaks too soon. Today? It was Lori and Leni Arguing Again; this was not the first time that they have argued... tired of hearing them argue... Lincoln tries to Stop them Yet again; Lori Gets Infuriated with every time that Lincoln has tried to chime in and try to solve the problem. But suddenly, a clash and a change of events have put the house in tragedy... How Tragic? You Ask? Well....

the sfw guide for caregivers and littles 🍓

Harry moved to a Muggle town near London, trying to fit in the world he had left behind, and trying to find a new meaning to his life. He somehow ended up with a Muggle lover, an American wizard friend and a job as a nude model. Cuddle therapy also revealed to be more successful than any magical meds he could've found. or Harry found a Muggle as traumatized as him. Together, they heal, they love, they stay. [Cross-posted on AO3] [French translation coming soon !]

Some stories don't begin with love-they begin with ruin. A shattered boy who learned to survive by being pretty. A girl they all overlooked... except the one who needed her most. And the man waiting in the dark, holding the door to freedom... or something far more dangerous. This isn't a fairytale. This is a reckoning. In a place where silence was holy, he learned to flirt his way out of pain and bleed glitter to survive. But when his dove came-curious, full of softness and strength-he tasted something like hope. Freedom would always wear her face. But what happens after the break? When obsession masquerades as devotion? When pretty things turn sharp? Because he knows his love is a little too Crazy, a little too wild, too consuming. And maybe she was never meant for the kind of craving that lives in his shadow. And yet... he can't let go. Not of her. Not of the man who sees his darkest corners and doesn't flinch. Three lives. Tangled pasts. One story drenched in trauma, obsession, and a love that might just burn everything down to be born.

Asher was five years old when his world shattered-and the only one who held it together was a man he was never supposed to love. Raised in near isolation by a charismatic, enigmatic father figure named Lucien, Asher grows up believing Lucien saved him. But Lucien isn't his real father. He's a man with secrets, a man who raised Asher with unconditional control rather than unconditional love. Now seventeen, Asher can't tell where admiration ends and obsession begins. His trauma, once buried, begins to surface-manifesting as nightmares, hallucinations, and increasingly erratic behavior. He sees Lucien not just as a protector, but as the only person who matters. The only person who's real. As Lucien begins to drift away-distracted by a new relationship, or perhaps burdened by guilt-Asher unravels. His devotion sharpens into something possessive. Violent. And as the line between protector and predator blurs, both Asher and Lucien must confront a terrifying truth: What happens when love becomes a cage-and obsession becomes the key?

It's a tough world out there, and so is the world inside us. That voice inside our heads that says, "You'll never be enough!" That cloud following you around, engulfing you in a mist of sadness and despair. That mind that never do what you said, but instead what you don't want to do you do. To those who struggle in mental illness, you can do it! It's not too late, and obviously you're worth all the fight. Know that you're not alone and you can overcome by God's Grace.

"Crap, sweetheart," Pat's voice was tinged with regret, even as he cupped her face with both hands and began to dust kisses on all the available skin he could find, "I didn't mean to make you cry." Helen sniffled, bringing her hands up to wrap her fingers around his wrists. "I don't think I'll ever deserve you," she confessed, "but I do love you." And how could she not? Pat was more than she could have ever hoped for in a partner. Pat's movements stilled, and he left his lips hovering just over her own. "We'll have to work on the first part of that statement," he mumbled. "The second part, however . . . well, I'm glad, sweetheart. I love you too." And she knew he truly did. *** Helen is proud to be a journalist; she's prouder still to be the writer of her city's favorite advice column. She is not proud, however, of her troubled past, or the fact that she can't get in a car without having a panic attack. And then she meets Pat, who is both a trustworthy chauffeur and one of the sweetest men she's ever known. Between finding new love, healing old wounds, and worrying about a recent murder, how's an advice columnist to cope? *** The rest of this story can be read for free on my website: ardewler.com (no account needed, since making accounts is bleh)

~ when the curtains close, & the truth unfolds ~ • a book where you experience roller coaster of emotions and break dance of plot twists which will shatter you as well as heal you as it is a mixed recipe of delusion and reality • || a halal slowburn romance book ||

Everyone had started to notice that Harry Lewis, also known as Wroetoshaw, had been acting different. His friends took it upon themselves to book Harry an appointment with the best therapist in town, Abigail Wright. Harry doesn't want help, but will he be willing to open up for her? The beautiful, kind therapist? Or will he only see it as a distraction? This story was inspired by the song "Karma" by AJR, so I'd recommend listening to it but it's not necessary haha. Note: Once again sorry for the cover lmaoo it's the best I could do.

Just a bunch of poetry and short stories! They're not that good but I wanted a place to write them out :)

It's just pain everywhere.

"You don't believe in soulmates?" I ask him . He lits up a cigarette and looks at me. "Sure, I do but I don't believe I have a soulmate" . I felt a little pang in my chest, I ignored it, "Why?" I whispered. "Because I don't have a soul" . "Me neither" ,I said without thinking. "Maybe we're soul-less mates?" ****** You know in life when you meet "the one " and you lock eyes and even though they haven't uttered a single word, you just know that that person, that person you know absolutely nothing about ; is going to be there forever, your going to grow old together and maybe have a cat and dance to no music staring into each other's eyes like a million stars gleamed in them and live happily ever after? Well ,that definitely was not the case in my story. In fact I have never even looked at him twice . I had no interest in wannabe emo bad boys like him. He was nothing like I imagined my soulmate to be. So how did I end running away together with him ? How did he end up being the one to make me laugh the most , appreciate the nothing I had and make feel like I had zero problems to stress about? How did I end losing him and everything I've learned to love in a blink of an eye? ©All rights reserved - It is illegal to copy and use my work in any way without the author's permission (which would be me). Started: 22 October 2022 Finished: -