The Storm Before The Sun

The Storm Before The Sun

Leituras 300
Votos 30
Capítulos 10

Em andamento1h 30m

Última atualização seg, ago 13, 2018

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This book will contain a collection of personal experiences, extending from how to deal/understand some mental illnesses to the the tragic event of losing a loved one and being sexually assaulted. Additionally, I will also provide what I learned from these ordeals in order to spread some advice, hence the life lessons; I wish to help someone, even if it's just one person. Although I think it's best to mention that I will be talking about a lot about the dark side of the brain, so if you are sensitive to that kind of thing, I would advise skipping over this until you are ready to take it in for what it is. Also, I believe it is noteworthy to think that I am not trying to glorify mental illness or the disasters that happen to us; that is the last thing I want to do. Keep in mind, I am not a professional writer or psychologist; despite I trying to improve my knowledge on mental health and writing in general. In the end, the ultimate goal is to hopefully make you feel somewhat better about yourself or someone else, or that you actually learned something that could be healthy for the planet stigma wise. Please enjoy reading, once you get past the thunderstorm there's an immense amount of sun that could overpower anything.

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