Youllbeokay Stories

My hand still hurts but that doesn't mean anything.

True stories that occur in my evidently entertaining life.

Before you do something you'll regret, may I be so bold as to introduce to you the peaceful bliss of tranquility?

A young girl who felt as if her life was worthless and no one would ever be capable of loving her.

Short story about how around this time of year the holidays are always the hardest for me .. but I always find a way through it ❤️

It's just a short, inspirational thing. Not a story, but not really a poem. You should read it. Especially if you've had a heartbreak. I know I'm not much, but give me a shot please. I really hope it helps someone feel better, or that people like it in general.

These are not mine, I just found them I'm going to be making my own to though.

third part of the series

Experts from my poems involving the nice girl.

This will be filled with thoughts I feed myself whenever I don't feel okay. If you don't feel okay, feel free to comment how you feel. We'll be okay, together.

The one place where you can anonymously submit questions, worries, secrets, hopes, dreams and not be worried about people blabbing about you, everyone who reads must keep an oath of respect, non-judgmental, gentleness, kindness, and peace. You don't have to be afraid of people talking about what you've written because no one has to give out names. If I see that you have been rude, mean, unaware of other's feelings, and bullying other people, you will be reported as soon as the comment has been viewed. Everyone must try the hardest to help others. You don't have to have a degree in psychology to counsel others. (TRIGGER WARNING: people on Wattpad are known to get deep.)

This story is about my experience being in a mental hospital. It had its pros and it had its cons. But it did help me in the end. Never be afraid to ask for help. I was for the longest. And decided that it was time for me to get the help I needed.

It's you, That I am Loving.

the typical zone out mode when I'm in class when the teacher says one word and makes me think of something then moves on to another and another to something completely different. Here are my deep thoughts.

We've all been depressed. Down in the dumps. Totally convinced we cannot make it any more. Here are some small tricks to help. 🌙⭐️✨

The genius of other beautiful humans shown here, and also me every once in a while