Bipolar Stories

Eighteen-year-old hockey prodigy Elliot Wexler has three goals for senior year. One: somehow graduate with a 3.5 GPA. Two: hide his bipolar disorder from his peers. And three: make it into the NHL with no scandals. Piece of cake. What he doesn't expect is to find Lucy, a homeless girl, hiding from the winter frost in his dad's shed. Elliot's busy, complicated life doesn't permit room for error, and falling in love with a girl from a totally different world sounds like the opposite of a good idea. But Elliot can't help but be drawn to Lucy and her elusive ways--even when she seems to vanish from his life non-stop, each time leaving him with a bigger hole in his heart. But Elliot is determined to break down Lucy's barriers. And when he does, he discovers that her life is more complicated--and dangerous--than he could have imagined. With drafting season approaching, and Elliot's fragile mental health deteriorating, he's forced to face a difficult question: Is first love supposed to hurt so much? *** PLEASE DO NOT ADD THIS STORY TO GOODREADS.

Hell wants me back That's it, isn't it? cause the heavens have their backs against me for letting something like this happen Something I can't fucking talk about, I can't help but want to cry when I think about it It's so horrible that I can't fucking breathe, I feel haunted in my own skin, like I'm possessed or cursed And to think I could've avoided all of this, the violence, the confusion, the terrible brutally horrible turn of event All of it could've been avoided if I didn't sleep with my best friend at that fucking party How could that one night..... That night alone turn my life upside down? How could I lose a group of friends all because of a fucking post? How could I almost beat a kid to death? How could I become a fucking drug addict at 16 years old? How could I ruin my fucking life? ....

𝓅𝓊𝓉 𝓂ℯ 𝒾𝓃 𝒶 𝓂ℴ𝓋𝒾ℯ － 𝓁𝒶𝓃𝒶 𝒹ℯ𝓁 𝓇ℯ𝓎 𝓈𝒾𝓍𝓉𝓎－𝓈𝒾𝓍𝓉𝒽 𝒽𝓊𝓃𝑔ℯ𝓇 𝑔𝒶𝓂ℯ𝓈． （𝓊𝓅𝓁ℴ𝒶𝒹𝓈 ℯ𝓋ℯ𝓇𝓎 2－4 𝒹𝒶𝓎𝓈）

I post dark poetry to let out my frustrations or depression. you can read if you want or move on with your day.

What's worse than being homeless? Your twin brother runs away while you've both been homeless for three years and you're accused of causing his disappearance. In the midst of his brother's sudden vanishing, fourteen-year-old Julius Hermans witnesses a murder late at night not long after Henri Hermans spontaneously went missing. The body has not yet been identified, and everyone in Cincinnati, Ohio is settled on Julius being the killer of his own twin brother, but he is very sure his brother is alive. However, are we truly positive that Julius didn't do it? How do we really know whether Henri is alive? It's Julius's job to find Henri, prove he is alive, and prove that neither of them committed the murder despite numerous accusations, threats, and stalkers.

Transmigrated as the Cannon Fodder Male Wife of the Villain

Dışarıdan bakıldığında kusursuz bir adalet timsali olan bir aile... Geceleri ise kapalı kapılar ardında yaşanan bir cehennem. 15 yaşındaki Aral için hayat, babasının bitmek bilmeyen öfkesi ve kendi zihnindeki amansız fırtınalar arasında sıkışıp kalmış bir metronomdan farksızdır. Bipolar bozukluğun getirdiği manik çırpınışlar ve depresif çöküşler arasında savrulurken, okulun acımasız gürültüsü ve sevgilisinin anlayışsızlığı onu her gün biraz daha boğmaktadır. Nefes alabildiği tek yer, notaların arasına sığındığı o eski piyanosudur. Ta ki babası, Aral'ın o son sığınağını da paramparça edene dek. Tüm dünyası üzerine yıkılan Aral, annesinin gizlice aldığı gece mavisi bir elektro gitar ve kilometrelerce öteden, bir Discord sunucusundan onu hayatta tutmaya çalışan Kübra ve diğer arkadaşlarının sesleriyle ayakta kalmaya çalışır. Ancak Aral, hayatını kökünden değiştirecek ve her şeyi kalıcı bir sessizliğe gömecek o büyük felaketin adım adım yaklaştığından habersizdir. Bu; müziğin, karanlığın ve paramparça olmuş bir zihnin sessiz çığlığıdır.

Information on many mental Illnesses! Disclaimer! Do not use this to self diagnose! If you feel like you have one of these mental illnesses, please talk with a professional, you are not alone

She was nineteen now. Old enough to know better... So when Derek came back like nothing had ever ended, Jackie told herself she was different now. Stronger now. Over it. But somethings don't end just because time passes. And she didn't realize she never really got out.

diary entry explaining how graven is the loophole that my abyss gifted me on my very 14th birthday.

Israel Genèsis Garcia Psychologically unstable. Pessimist. Closed off, emotionless and drop dead gorgeous son of a bitch. Thats what everybody knew about him and it was the truth. He didn't form bonds with many people except when it involved the back of his hand. Jaxtyn Matèo Davis. Happy. Optimist. Joyful and fun loving bundle of hotness. He is full of determination and once he decided to figure out Israel then nothing could stop him. Not even the fact that Israel isn't exactly friendly to anyone. But as they begin to grow closer questions that need answers begin to arise and they may possibly shatter their already shaky and toxic relationship. Watch as they go on a hunt with their crazy friends and one too cool for her own good mom to prevent one of them from spending his life in prison.

A memoir regarding my experience within the psychiatric hospital.

One ordinary morning the world arrives too sharp, too vivid, the colors humming under the skin. A woman moves through her days at the mercy of an internal weather that rises without warning and falls just as suddenly, leaving ordinary rooms inverted and time itself thick or racing. Beside her is a partner who stays-counting breaths in the dark, washing dishes in silence, learning the careful language of presence when words fail. The Tide That Never Settles follows the long, intimate work of living inside a mind that will not stay still: the bright nights that feel like revelation, the gray stretches that strip everything to its bones, the small rituals of medication and notebooks and ordinary Tuesdays that become their own kind of courage. It is a story of love tested by forces neither person chose, of the distance between the self that sparks and the self that endures, and of the quiet decision, made again and again, to remain. Lyrical and unflinching, this novel offers no easy harbors-only the honest motion of the tide, and the hard-won grace of learning how to live with its endless pull.

A young girl raised in Brooklyn NY looses her parents and herself. Tales of trauma and struggle come full circle in her adulthood leading her to face hard decisions. She must rebuild her life to live.

This is a half-made compendium of poems, rants, and other things that come from my brain. There may be half-written songs, bad poetry, good poetry, vented essays, and any variety of other things, be them tearful or cheerful.

10 years ago there was an accident that lead to hundreds of deaths. Children and Adults were kidnapped, but it's not the usual story that they were enslave. It was different, it was their Mana being sucked out of their body. No one knows exactly why did they did this or what exactly their motives is?. But all they know that it causes great trauma for the child victims. And Andrea Crossheart and Alexander Greenrose and some of their friends, a victim of the incident who sought for justice for the deceased victim strive their best to search for the mastermind of the incident and as they go further and further into their investigation they found out that the mastermind who triggered the Incident 10 years ago was just someone they know. And it's all for the Crystal heart. Just what is this crystal heart is? Is it a magic item? Or a spell? They don't know. And they even travelled to the Dimension of the Normal people and they found a person which they've been longing for and the key to the mastermind's whereabouts. And with that let's start the adventure.

This is my story (from junior high), feelings, and advice on Bipolar Disorder.

In the year 3062, every child is given a job the day that they're born that they must carry out from the age of fourteen until the end of their lives. Emma Wolfe, a fifteen year old girl from Arkansas, is one of only twenty people chosen to be writers in the entire country. The only problem? Emma hates writing. -------------------------- I shoot up, dropping my pizza back into the box. "Why does nobody listen when I tell them I can't! I'm not who you think I am, and I never will be." I try to storm away, steam practically shooting out of my ears. "Where are you going?" Black calls after me. I don't reply. "How are you supposed to get home without the car?" I stop short, every muscle in my body tightening. Slowly, I turn back around, my hands balled tightly into fists. "If you say one more thing about my writing while I'm here, I swear to god I'll run away." "Em-" "Test it out," I walk right up to her, getting so close that I can feel her tense breath on my face. "I dare you." Black isn't stupid, and neither am I. ------ COVER MADE BY @SO_MANY_OCS GO FOLLOW THEM I LITERALLY LOVE THEM SO MUCH

I am going to try and upload a poem a day.

Hey, I'm Torin. Undiagnosed, obviously, but I'm definitely depressed and socially anxious. I also suspect that I have BPD or bipolar, but I can't quite tell which.