Inside My Negative Mind
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- Votos 22
- Capítulos 11
A real insight to what it is like to have lived and live with OCD.
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Mr. Cold-hearted
I am dead inside but I just ignore it all, until something happens. I met someone and now I need to fight with my inner demons... and discover myself.Concluída
Realities
What is real? I know what I saw and experienced, but THEY say it isn't real, that it never happened. THEY say that I'm here for my own good. Who are THEY? Why do they get to decide? I'm so tired I just want to go home...how can I go home?Concluída
Wake Me Up
"Hurricanes start with warm ocean water. The warm ocean water being love. Over time it turns into a tropical storm, the storm being the obstacles. Then the eye of the hurricane starts, the eye being realisation it's not getting better. Next weatherman and women, tell you how bad it's going to be ; you predicting how bad you're going to get hurt. The hurricane finally hits land, that being the breaking point where you let the fights break you up. When you've just had it. Then reconstruction, you seeing how it broke you and have no idea how to start again. It takes a long time. It hit you harder than you expected. Everyone is trying to help you pick yourself up but you don't even know where or when to start."Concluída
Healing in the darkness
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Surviving a small town
Life in a small town, the good and the bad!Concluída
Someone New ✓
"There comes a point where you no longer care if there's a light at the end of the tunnel or not. You're just sick of the tunnel." - Who I am doesn't matter. How I got here doesn't matter. What matters now is I'm getting help, right? That's what they tell me here. They tell me that the road to recovery feels like a terrible butt fuck, but the fact that you're on the path to begin with, is all that matters. So as I sit in this circle of fuck ups, I realize just how different I am from them. I didn't attempt suicide because my mother was a crack addict who didn't want me. My father wasn't abusive. I didn't have a sibling die in a car accident. I was never really bullied either. I attempted suicide because, for the first time in years, I thought I had found something that could make me feel again... and after not feeling much at all for far too long, perhaps I went a bit overboardConcluída
Cancer (Their Story.)
(Yo, writing club kids, this is the story.) Two people are connected in a way that they can't even imagine. A profound connection that leads both of them to recovery in the face of mental illness and abuse. They both stand through the storm, letting their sadness infect them and sicken them, much like a cancer, but they manage to recover, but how?Concluída
Epeolatry
Further poetry; that which I cannot preemptively describe.
I am dead inside but I just ignore it all, until something happens. I met someone and now I need to fight with my inner demons... and discover myself.
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