Freementalillness Stories

He taps his foot against the carpeted floor of his therapist's office, wondering if he should say it. If he should even say her name out loud. He hasn't done that in at least a year. He'd never say it; especially not in front of his friends. As the therapist, a middle-aged woman in a grey pantsuit, takes notes on his progress, he clears his throat and decides to speak, "She's coming back from California. Today." She looks up, "Who?" It takes him a while. He has to work up the nerve to say it. "Maddie," he says, picking at his nails. He only mentioned her name once, in his first session last year, but the therapist nods. She was the only good thing he's ever mentioned. "Something bad happened, I think." Cover art by Brigid Vaughn (burdge on deviant art) #freementalillness

What it's really like. HONORABLE MENTION IN HANNAHSUE'S WRITING CONTEST

Depression is often downplayed in the society, especially among Muslims. So when Sakeenah, a seemingly perfect young Musleemah attempts suicide, the people around her realise it's not always as it seems. She survives but however, loses the use of her legs and must embark on a healing journey to heal physically, spiritually, emotionally and mentally. Who knows maybe she'd finally find happiness on that journey?

About a boy who must take the trip of a lifetime with the most unexpected companions in order to fulfil his grandmother's dying wish and discover everything that is extraordinary. *extended summary inside*

"They are all innocent until proven guilty. But not me. I am a liar until I am proven honest." ― Louise O'Neill, Asking For It When He confesses to his school that he's been raped, who is to be believed and who is lying through their teeth? The boy who is the best pitcher in the state could never be over powered, by a woman at that. He had to like it, no matter how many times he said no or bit back his tears. Boys are supposed to be built of cold and hard steel, but this boy is pure glass, waiting to shatter. Boys are never supposed to shatter, they can't even dent . They feel nothing, not even pain. Then he is not a boy. **Warning, book contains rape, self harm, depression and more. Can be triggering to many, read at your own risk.**

The world is made of cold realities and disappointments, full of homophobic, racist and old-fashioned people. Full of money-driven people and beauty standarts that only a few seem to accomplish. Here a group of teenagers try to find themselves in a world that tells them that being different is bad, so they hide on a society-acceptable version of who they really are. Here, Blake finds who she really is with the help of some other people while the world whispers in her ear all the things she would be able to be and do if she was normal. A story about someone that breaks through all stereotypes people create around teenagers.

Seventeen years, ten months, two weeks, three days... Each moment is agony. Every second of every day, George Beaumont is reminded of his young wife's untimely death. With every glimpse of that painting up on that mantle, with every glimpse of his only son. By this point, he is addicted to laudanum and half-mad with guilt. In his deluded mind, he is her murderer. Following the aftermath of his closest friend's attempt to end her life, Raymond Beaumont finds an old journal belonging to a woman who he barely had gotten to know- his mother. Who really was the farmer's daughter who became a duchess? He chases clues of a possible murder with an heiress whose wounds have not yet even closed. As they race through the countryside, everything begins to fall into place and the big picture is much darker than they ever could have imagined. A choice. A mystery. A betrayal. Secrets have a horrible way of revealing themselves... Highest Ranking: #10 in Historical Fiction

Elizabeth and Ed don't meet under the best circumstances, and every interaction that follows seems to go wrong in unimaginable ways. Amidst struggling with her mental health and moving schools, Liz has no time nor does she have the energy to deal with people like Ed. But maybe their differences are what will make Ed into a better person after all. *** Elizabeth wants to feel infinite. She wants to feel that there's more to the night than just darkness surrounding her. She needs to feel alive and free again. Edward needs clear air. He needs to know he's not suffocating; that his house is more than just monsters and empty echoes. He wants to be a speck of free-floating dust. But in a world where everything crumbles, does infinity exist?

A story of two boys who wanted to stop existing but end up learning to live for each other.

The thing about human is - they always want something they can't have. WARNING: Mention of drugs/ alcohol abuse/ suicide/ self harm/ sexual assault / abuse

Phoenix meets a mysterious man named Mr. X. What he learns about himself could destroy him. ~~~~~ A story for #FreeMentalIllness campaign. (I've also entered this story in Write4Fun)

In which the conditions themselves decide to speak. And those they inflict attempt a response. #freeyourbody #ThePeopleOfSociety A featured story for @themaddieproject #58 in short story (amazing cover by @soundthealarm)

she thought you were only jealous without ever really knowing that she was just your anchor. and you were sinking. [lowercase intended]

Thoughts of a Voiceless Poet. ... "It's because people have dressed up mental illness like a doll. Giving it different clothes for every occasion; against its will. They've changed its face countless of times, until it can't even recognize itself."

This is about last night. I should've gone home, but instead I met him. Spencer has severe social anxiety, toxiphobia and paranoid delusions. When his psychiatrist gives him an assignment to socialize, he meets drop dead gorgeous Dylan, who is more than willing to help. Awesome cover made by @princessfeyre

hysteria hɪˈstɪərɪə/ (noun) exaggerated or uncontrollable emotion or excitement. : a look into the mind of a social recluse

burn my paper soul with the fire of your love | POE 56 | cover cr @softaen

There is nothing left of me to protect. Dying by his hand would be less painful than this miserable life. She convinced herself of this as she relaxed her tense muscles. The sound of cracking echoed in the bathroom. For a brief second she thought the sound oriented from her broken bones. She was expecting to feel some kind of pain to echo through her body, to feel her organs as they turn into mush with each punch, to feel the disgusting taste of blood in her mouth... ... yet she felt nothing. Like millions of red flowers blooming, the droplets of blood fell to the floor and created a path, a map on the broken mirror as it flew its way down. She looked up in horror into his eye. His expression remained unchanged, as though he didn't know what pain would feel like. "Murderer," he breathed out, gritting his teeth as he looked down at her. ➺➺➺➺➺➺➺➺➺➺➺➺➺➺➺➺➺➺➺ Welcome to the real world. A story of broken people. A story like no others. This is no fairytale, but the bittersweet reality. ➺➺➺➺➺➺➺➺➺➺➺➺➺➺➺➺➺➺➺ #freementalillness #ProjectBadBoys #youngadultreads WARNING : Dark Story! One of the characters suffers from severe depression. Read at Your Own risk! Beautiful cover done by @Kat-Nova