Undiagnosed Stories

When sixteen-year-old Violet and her brother Jason move into their late grandmother's crumbling house, they expect cobwebs and creaky floorboards-not a padlocked attic stuffed with boxes that hum like they remember. While cleaning, they break open a dusty old crate mislabeled "Tax Records - 1940s"-and find photographs. Black-and-white. Blurred at the edges. Smiling teens in costumes that shouldn't exist. A ballerina with empty eyes. A jester with a smile too wide. A boy handing out tickets with frostbitten hands. And their grandmother, alive and laughing, surrounded by performers long dead. Everyone in the photo died in this town. All of them were labeled accidents. Suicides. Unexplained disappearances. But the stories never lined up. Now, with the circus returning for the first time in decades, the truth starts to crawl back up through the floorboards. Violet and Jason must uncover how their grandmother was connected to the cursed performers... and why their deaths were only the beginning. Because the circus doesn't just haunt the town. It feeds on it. And this time, it's hungry.

bad feelings

Basically a poem on autism

Dealing with family issues and mental disorders, Leila is telling everything about her. Inside her mind are demons and disruptive plans. She experiences hallucinations throughout the day, which she has grown accustomed to, the voices in her head never quiet down, which she tells no one of except you, the reader, and she deals with physical and mental abuse from her family. Inside My Mind is really just a glimpse into a mentally unstable teen's head.

memories with my favorite person, who moved away a couple months ago, and how it affected me tw//sh, (severe/perceived) abandonment, trauma

An adolescent fell violently ill overnight in December of 2014. What was initially brushed off as common ailments turned into a referral from her primary physician to Boston Children's Hospital. From a stomach bug, to acid reflux, to Celiac Disease, to a gallbladder problem, the diagnoses piled up but the pain worsened and the fight dragged on, even more so to the point in which a doctor told her that the ailment "was in her head" and recommended a therapist. Not only did Kendra know that something was wrong, she knew that it could be something much worse than what was being described. What if the ailment were terminal or life-threatening? If doctors couldn't diagnose it, how could they cure it?

Der Titel mag vielleicht wie eine Horrorgeschichte klingen, beschreibt aber eher meinen aktuellen Geisteszustand. Erwartet also keine Meisterleistungen der Dichtkunst hier drin. Hier lagere ich einfach ein paar meiner dunkelsten Geheimnisse vor allen Augen. Das beste daran ist, dass jeder hinsehen könnte, aber niemand es tut. Wer interessiert sich auch schon für die Gedanken eines kleinen Mädchens, das alles hatte und doch eine hohle Nuss ist. Ich hoffe ihr habt einen tollen Tag!

Before the full chapter drops, here's the breakdown of the real memory that changed everything. This is how the moment unfolded-the day I first heard the word "ADHD" and realized my brain wasn't broken. Just wired... like lightning. > "Full chapter dropping soon. Stay close."

I. D. K. Im writing about ADHD tingz but like .. youll see

A gay teen navigates high school, a social life, a love life, his past life, and his new life

A diary of sorts about my life being a chronically ill high school student searching for a diagnosis.

I think by the end of this I'll go to the doctor to find what's up with me.

I don't cry. I don't yell. My face stays blank, empty. But I'm not empty. I feel. I feel everything. But I can't show it. It's not something that I've chose or want- I just... can't. Never have been able to. I was thrown into a summer camp. Mom said it would be good for me. But I knew the truth- she's too busy to deal with me, too tired to love me. When I got there, I was immediately labeled. Unusual. Cold. Intimidating. I expected it. That's always been my titles. And maybe... that's all I'll ever be. --------------- This is my first story so be patient please! 😁

Shitty lives, miserable lives; each and every lives get noted down in the Paraphernalia dairy. What's 'normal'? Nothing's normal. No one's normal! Get on the misery wagon and rush down to Paraphernalia town! Word of warning: #sorrynotsorry

⚠️Do not read. Trigger warning. If you're interested. Just wanna let you know, I write in dwibahasa.

What happens when someone has a mysterious illness? Alex thought that doctor's would be searching for an answer, but she finds that no one cares about her illness. Rylee is a strange person on the other side of a screen. She has given up on a diagnosis after doctors telling her that she's making up everything. They met on discord, in a group chat about chronic illnesses. They support each other with their illnesses, but will that support be enough? After all, how can someone heal when the problem is unknown?

"Focus" "1..." *You stupid girl!!* "2..." *You aren't anything!* "3..." *I'm so glad I'm not as ugly as you.* "I can't anymore..." ---- Presley Watkins, a 16 year old high school girl struggles with a variety of un-diagnosed mental health issues. They loom over her never letting go of her hand, and when she pulls away, she gets pulled in closer. ---- Self harm, suicidal thoughts, depression and eating disorders will be discussed heavily in this book, if you are easily triggered by those things, please do not read this book.

This is a collection of undiagnosed fictional characters based in a selection of short stories. See if you can figure out the diagnosis as you read the stories of people that may or not be quite like you. First Chapter is up and let me know if I should write more!

My body was screaming at me, for me To stop. And this evidence is telling me why I had to listen. It seems you can't beat your body, Ever, but especially not when it's fighting for you and against you. New poems about similar topics to usual with the addition of a possible dissociative disorder (Functional Movement/Neurological Disorder). Welcome to the ways in which I survive myself which vastly involves Maladaptive Daydreaming. Reading, voting and commenting is truly appreciated, as always! 💖

A woman understanding a neurotypical world.