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Paint Us Gray: Part 1

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Durée 1h 5m

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Rejection. Betrayal. Heartbreak. Grief. 

Unfortunately, we've all had a swallow, some more than  others, of this bitter brew.  
This is just a sliver of my chapter that is a part of this world's  grand narrative; it's about one person's toe dipping into the  brokenness of the Earth, and the ripples, waves, tsunamis it  created in her life. 

A couple of months ago, while consoling a friend grieving the loss  of a relationship, he asked me a question no one had ever asked  me before. A very vulnerable and powerful question. I had been  sharing some of my own similar experiences with him when he  messaged me that life changing question, 

 "And, what did you see at the top of the mountain?" 

While his words were just letters on a screen, I could see the hunger in his eyes, hear the desperation in his voice, sense the overwhelming thirst of a person climbing up an incredibly steep and  treacherous mountain. 

What did I see at the top of the mountain?  

This book is my answer to this question.  
Let's go for a hike.Tous Droits Réservés

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Jesse's Girl (COMPLETE), écrit par xHeatLifex

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Stuck In A Shuttle, écrit par Robbymak

There's probably a ton of reasons why you are feeling the way you are feeling at this very moment. Sometimes emotions just sneak up on us without our realization and we drown our pains or sorrows by adapting to a certain pattern of living. We develop coping mechanisms per se. What if there was a reason why you experienced what you experienced? Your pain could be the very thing that microphones your way to the person you are meant to become. It could be a highway through which people could walk on in order to find the hope they are looking for. Why you? Why does it have to be you? Why not anybody else? Better yet! Why not you? Have you ever asked yourself that question? Pretty silly huh? Really though, why shouldn't you be in that position right now? Why should it be anyone else? What if your situation could be the answer you were desperately looking for? You can either look at your pain in your own perspective or you could tilt the angle a bit and change the focus. What if you were looking at it all wrong and asking the wrong questions?

Dear You, From, Me [COMPLETED & EDITING], écrit par musicalnerd98

In life, we all have our own roller coaster. It goes up and down and swirls around. We have the greatest moments to never forget and we have our worst memories we try to erase. I wish my life was better than what it became, but the world, isn't a wish granting factory. You get what you get, and you have to deal with it. Like they always say, everything happens for a reason. From, Me "She made broken look beautiful and strong look invincible, she walked with the universe on her shoulders and made it look like a pair of wings." Cover: pathways_end [tysm love] Started: July 13, 2015 Finished: January 17, 2016

Mother Knows Best, écrit par SavanaPope

You know how you trauma-dump on your friends and they say, "Omg, that's insane, you should write a book about it!" Well, more people have made that remark to my mother as she exaggerates all her stories, so I took the liberty of taking that advice for myself. I am a writer, after all, and I tend to write out my feelings and trauma to work through it on my own, just to delete it later. But why not make some of those memories that haunt me so much into story form? It's definitely more entertaining. So, you'll find my entire life story, or at least what I remember, here in this book on Wattpad. Each chapter is a real event that occurred in my life, mostly involving my emotionally abusive mother, nearly absent and aggressive father, my runaway older sister, and even a little boy we fostered for a moment. If you're interested or possibly are going through something similar, please read and know that there is hope. I made it out and I am on my healing journey, it is possible.

It's Okay to Use Your Big Girl Voice, écrit par Beautiful_Slugger

Inside you will find a mixture of both, extremely RAW and refreshingly HEALING accounts of my personal war with my past. Unfortunately, Childhood sexual abuse is far too common, and many of share similar experiences. Looking back, what I could have used more than anything was someone to tell me "You're not alone, there is a lightness through the darkness, you can heal from this and most importantly don't EVER stop telling your story to make others comfortable". I've learned that silence is the best weapon for a predator, and I for one, have never been really good at doing what I'm told. I don't intend on starting now. I wear my scar as reminder that I hold the power in my own story, it is mine to tell and I won't make myself sick keeping quiet because my truths are hard to swallow, other people's comfort is not my problem. My Goal is rather simple, to let the readers know, they too are not alone. If you are a survivor, even if you still feel like a victim, this is my personal message to you. "You are strong, and it wasn't your fault. Tell someone... tell anyone...tell everyone... We shift from victims to survivors when we speak up and tell our stories. There's nothing wrong with you, and the light will shine again. The longer you sit in silence the more power your abuser still holds over you, wipe your face warrior, because there's a lion right inside of you, DONT EVER GIVE UP!" *This story is FULL of TRIGGERS, please be careful reading if triggers are hard for you, your mental health matters* *I own all the Rights to all parts of this book*

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Jesse's Girl (COMPLETE) cover

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Mother Knows Best cover

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Memoirs of A Healer/Clinical Social Worker: Autobiography of Bruce Whealton cover

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Chasing Tide (A Merman's Tale And The Human Who Desired Him) cover

A Broken Optimist cover

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Jesse's Girl (COMPLETE)

They had both been dealt enough tragedy in their short teenaged lives, more than anyone should ever have to endure. Will two self destructive teens coming together do more harm than good? ~ I don't know what came over me. The poor guy just asked if he could help and I went all 'crazy psycho bitch' on his ass. I couldn't breath. I needed water. I needed air. Fuck why was is it so hot in here. Was it the fact that the moment his hand left my skin I felt an unbearable need to feel his touch again or was it hearing him ask if I needed help that made me feel helpless and broken once again. I didn't know what it was but I felt like I was suffocating, like the jersey I was wearing was strangling every ounce of oxygen from body. ~ * This story had been reviewed recently. There are now added scenes and further edits - 2024 *