Therpy Stories

No, I haven't died. Just the soul behind this lifeless shell of a body. The depression has sunken into every crevice of my brain and taken the life I once had and loved. This is my story.

"suicide is not an option" tell that to all the dead kids that were bullied. This is a way for me to coop the pain this helps. It hurts. I wanna slit my arms more. But i dont. Can u fix me. No..

I feel the inside of my stomach turning. Toes curling up along with my hands shaking to the feeling of my organs being pulled out of my body slowly with a continuing pain almost like I'm gonna throw up to the slightest movement or touch. The scent of Roses so strong almost intoxicating as I lay among the valley. Thorns pricking my clothes and skin roots tangling in my hair. My breath feels warm but my eyeballs are frozen open and my finger tips and toes are turning blue. The sky is a bright red with no clouds, planes, or even birds insight. Just Rose's millions of Rose's.

Weekend write in October 2021. Prompt water. Water is on its way. Meeting an old friend.

Elias is doing well. A good job. A stable life. Nothing out of the ordinary. So why does he feel invisible? When a moment of vulnerability brings unexpected closeness, Elias begins to look at his relationships more carefully. He notices how concern lingers longer than praise, how crisis sharpens attention, how people lean in when something is wrong. What starts as observation slowly becomes habit. Habit becomes pattern. As Elias navigates therapy, intimacy, and escalating consequences, he must confront the cost of being seen only in moments of collapse-and the quiet terror of a life where nothing happens at all. Who Am I When Something Is Wrong? is a restrained psychological novel about attention, adaptation, and the stories we tell ourselves to remain relevant. TW: Self harm/ Self sabotage (it isn't graphic, but it is present enough that I install this warning).

It was more than a crush from the beginning and she new it but with all these other girls lusting over him who will get this blue eyed boy?

A quick memo why you should stop being nice to those you who hurt you.