Findingmyself Stories

Christina hat ihr Leben im Griff. Auf dem Papier stimmt jede Zahl, im Job stimmt jede Quote, zu Hause stimmt der Ablauf. Sie ist die perfekte Qualitätsmanagerin, die verlässliche Mutter, die funktionierende Ehefrau. Nur eines funktioniert schon lange nicht mehr: ihr eigenes Herz. Ihre Ehe ist kein Schlachtfeld, sondern ein lautloses Museum. Keine Wut, keine Tränen - und seit Jahren keine Berührung mehr, die diesen Namen verdient. Sex ist zu einer Erinnerung verblasst, Liebe zu einer Abmachung geworden. Christina hat sich damit abgefunden. Sie glaubt, das sei der Preis fürs Erwachsensein. Bis Phil auftaucht. Phil stört ihre Ordnung vom ersten Moment an. Er sieht nicht die funktionierende Fassade, sondern die Frau dahinter. Durch seine Augen erlebt Christina zum ersten Mal seit Ewigkeiten wieder, wie es sich anfühlt, gemeint zu sein. Nicht gebraucht, nicht verwaltet - sondern begehrt. Phil bringt keine einfachen Antworten, aber er bringt ein Feuer mit, das Christinas durchgestylte Welt in Schutt und Asche legt. Und zum ersten Mal fragt sie sich: Will sie wirklich weiter nur funktionieren - oder endlich wieder leben?

A girl. Many cities. Many faces. One long search for herself. This isn't a story about a perfect girl. It isn't a story about a bad girl either. It is the story of a girl who left her small city with a job, a suitcase, and a head full of dreams. She arrived in a city where nobody knew her past. For the first time, she felt anonymous. Free. She met people through dating apps, conversations, coffee, late-night drives, weekends that lasted longer than they were supposed to, and connections that were never given names. Some people stayed for months. Some stayed for a night. Some touched her heart. Some touched her body. Some promised forever. Some disappeared after a few messages. And sometimes, she was the one who walked away. She never forced anyone to stay. But when she finally wanted someone to stay- they didn't. And somewhere between attraction, loneliness, freedom, intimacy, heartbreak and growing up, she began to lose track of one question: Who was she actually becoming? Now she's back in her hometown. Older. Quieter. Carrying memories nobody knows about. And one night, she begins turning the pages of her own life. Not to judge herself. Not to justify herself. But to understand herself. Was she wrong? Was she simply living? Did freedom have a limit? Who decides what a woman's limit should be? Is a woman allowed to explore her life without being labelled? Is intimacy something to regret-or simply something that happened? And if she doesn't regret every choice she made, does that make her a bad woman? Maybe the hardest question isn't- "How many people did she love?" Maybe it is- "How many times did she abandon herself while trying to be loved?" This is not a story about innocence. It is not a story about rebellion. It is a story about choices. Consequences. Loneliness. Desire. Boundaries. And the uncomfortable grey space between right and wrong. Because real life isn't black and white. And neither is she.

~ Won First Place at The Amoré Awards in the Poetry Category ~ ~Won Second Place in The Sparkle Awards~ ~Won Second Place in The Oasis Awards~ -------------------------------------------------- What d e f i n e s you? The desolate woods under the euphoric skies? The d y i n g colours in their menacing eyes? The untamed fear in the midst of chaos? That dramatic pattern of stars hidden amongst the clouds? What are y o u ? -E.B.K ----------------------------------------------- My humble attempt at writing. Your feedback will be appreciated. :) All rights reserved. No part of this work may be reproduced, distributed, or transmitted in any form or by any means, including photocopying, recording, or other electronic or mechanical methods, without the prior written permission of the writer. I do not own any of the images.

these chapters are just a culmination of some feeelings which will never be expressed but should have been because they say more than some people ever will ;

This is a Story from my own brain. This story is about a girl who goes into the forest and gets lost for 10 days. on her journey home, she finds herself- and a new side of her she didnt know. Adri is lost in her own brain, and has to find it to get back home. shes blind to her personality- and herself. follow her journey back home before its too late.

Middle Class Dreamer is the heartfelt journey of a boy born in Panipat, who moves to Noida in pursuit of a better future. Trapped between the expectations of a middle-class upbringing and his own aspirations, he battles self-doubt, heartbreak, financial struggles, and personal failures. From schoolyard bullying to academic pressure, from failed relationships to professional setbacks, his story is one of resilience, self-discovery, and finding purpose in the chaos. This is not just a tale of success-it is a raw and honest account of falling, getting lost, and rising again. If you've ever felt stuck in life, burdened by expectations, or unsure of your path, this book is for you.

A reflection on the quiet, uncertain journey of healing after living with pain for so long that it begins to blur your sense of identity. This poem explores the fear of not remembering who you were before the hurt, while holding onto the fragile hope that healing doesn't mean returning to an old version of yourself-it means becoming someone new. It's about searching for genuine connection, learning that being valued is different from being needed, and believing that one day, even if it feels impossibly far away, you'll recognize yourself again.

Somewhere between dreams and daylight, my stories came to life. They stayed-waiting for someone who still believes in a little bit of magic. These are not full stories, but fragments of a larger tale, moments torn from its pages, lingering for those who dare to imagine the rest.

For the Girls Who Never Found the Words For the girl who feels everything but doesn't know how to explain it. For the woman who learned to keep her feelings to herself. For the ones who have loved deeply, been hurt quietly, compared themselves to others, and wondered if they were ever enough. For the girl who is still trying to understand herself. These poems are for you. Some of these words belong to me. Some of them might feel like they belong to you. And if you ever struggled to say what was on your heart, I hope you find a little piece of your voice in these pages. You were never too much. You were never too difficult to understand. You just needed somewhere safe enough to speak.

I don't remember much from the incident which comes at no surprise to me since I forget everything anyway. I don't have 2016s' Finding Dory syndrome, I just have a hard time recalling most thing....Most...I know one person, well actually she knows me, for some reason she thinks that I knew her but anyway that doesn't matter. I do remember my name, but that's as far as my memory goes...that is...before the world's....well you know...End--the World's End.

She loved him once. And then she had to survive him. This is not a story about a breakup. It's about what remains after love turns unrecognizable - the memories that linger, the strength that returns, and the quiet choice to heal. What Survived is about learning to let go of who someone was, while holding on to who you became. "A healing story, told softly."

This is about hero's and saveing the world and love.

If your struggling with friendships right now. Don't worry your not alone... This poem is about how friendships can change over time... This poem is about founding your place in a world full of potential friends. Or enemies....

Poetry from a blank writer trying to fill the spaces in between the words. ~~~~~~~~~~ cover by: infinitecovers

"Together Forever," he breathed out slowly as he intertwined our fingers. "Don't make any promises you can't keep, babe." I reply. He grabs me by my waist and pulls me into his embrace, "I promise you, I will love you everyday of forever." His voice is husky and I notice his eyes are watering slightly. He leans down and kisses me passionately. I can't help but smile; he's mine forever. Together forever. Marie was your normal teenager. She's wasn't popular and she didn't have many friends. Until she met Ethan Hunt, the school's bad boy who changed her life the moment he promised her the world. But after catching him cheating after two long, faithful years of dating; her world comes crashing down on her. On top of having a past that could scar any teenager, with eating disorders, cutting, and depression. Marie finds herself having to make life altering decisions, maybe even the biggest decision she'll ever have to make. Will feeling depressed and alone make her resort to her old habits? Will she ever be able to love again? When Ethan tries to confront her will she fall back into the same feelings? Or stand strong? That's a lot of questions for one girl.

Hello readers, This is me - the writer of this story. You can call it a teenage story... the kind that happens in almost everyone's life at least once. A story about feelings we never planned for, moments we never saw coming, and a love that quietly changes everything. This story is about two pure souls - Noor and Aathrav One is a dreamer, lost in thoughts and soft hopes. The other is full of laughter, mischief, and endless energy. They are completely unaware of what the future has waiting for them. But sometimes, life brings two hearts together in the most unexpected way. Let's discover how they become each other's peace, each other's comfort... How simple conversations turn into unforgettable memories. How friendship slowly blooms into something deeper. How their love story begins. Stay with me until the very end, because this story is not just mine... It's yours too. So, let's begin ✨

Midnight musings get jotted down here.

a girl who wants to escape from everyone she wants freedom

"I've reached a place within... where I no longer crave closeness. Not because I don't feel- but because I've felt too much, too deeply, for too long. In a world where loyalty fades like morning mist, how do you keep your heart open, when even those you gave your soul to... forget? I carried dreams not for myself, but for others. I silenced my own tears to bring smiles to faces I loved. I gave years, laughter, warmth- all without asking for anything in return. But when the silence grew louder than their presence, and I stood alone in rooms I once filled with love, I understood... some hearts don't remember where they were nurtured. It hurts, softly... like a whisper in the dark. But I've learned-solitude is not the enemy. It is where I now find my peace. I don't need anyone close anymore. Because the ones I needed the most... taught me how to live alone."