Findingmyself Stories

Just musings about little things in life..... Warning: Irregular updates

When I escaped to an Airbnb in Portugal to heal and write again, I didn't expect a man with a voice that shook something deep inside me. A "yowwwww" through the hallway. Lion eyes. A presence that commanded the room without trying. We fell fast - peppermint tea after his food‑eating challenges, late‑night talks, hugs that felt like home. His eyes always lingered on me, but his words never did. His love stayed silent, even when it hurt us both. One night, during one of his live challenges, my voice slipped into the stream. His fans asked if I was his girlfriend. He didn't answer. The next day, his unstable ex showed up in his live, proving exactly what I'd warned him about. He knew he hurt me. I didn't open my door. His apology came quietly: "Are you hungry? I'll bring something back." I left when my heart couldn't carry the silence anymore. February came. On the 13th - my birthday - he called at 11:59 PM. Valentine's Day came. He said nothing. So I chose myself - gym, discipline, healing, becoming the woman I should've been all along. But threads don't break easily. And some Valentines aren't silent forever. A story of unspoken love, quiet heartbreak, healing, and the words I always deserved to hear.

i found myself buried beneath the rubble of a broke society.

Each night, I got to hear a different story from my dad. He told me about the time he saw a UFO or when Santa Claus broke into his bedroom to give him a candy cane. I became the audience of a mastery storyteller, enthralled with the unusual and interesting characters from another lifetime. These were incredible, audacious tales of bravery and adventure. And I was immediately captivated. Every night, I would go to bed amazed. And every night, my dad would tell me the same thing: Some day, you'll have stories of your own to tell. But I never believed him. There was just no way I'd ever have stories like my dad's - I was certain of it. They were just too incredible. And for the longest time, I was right.

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 ;

ALONE is a raw reflection on pain, isolation, and the silent battles fought within the heart. It tells the story of someone searching for peace, strength, and God while feeling abandoned by the world.

The kind of poetry that you read and then read again, because you find too much of yourself lost in it.

She thinks she's got it all figured out. But she finds out stuff about her self that she never imagined could be true. She realizes she's more complex than she originally thought. She goes through adventures in her life that make her want to give up, but she doesn't. This is Erikah Cummings in, Finding Myself.

Hi. My name is Emily and I have no clue who I am. I don't know what I want to be in life, I have no clue who I am as a person, I have no clue why I am writing this book and most of all I don't know my purpose in life. I know it is normal to not know who you are yet especially because I am only in 8th grade but most people have an idea of what they want in life and can picture themselves somewhere in this world we live in. In fact, every one of my teachers is telling kids they should know what they want in life by the end of the week. They are basically giving us a deadline of having our lives planned out.

Just some poems :) Comment any poem suggestions or any possible edits to the ones I have done! Thanks yall for stickin' around

These are poems straight out my heart. Words that I could never say out aloud but have decided to write it down. These are part of my life, things that have happened, things that I have seen and things that I have felt. Straight from the heart tells a story that even I have yet to understand. Straight from the heart is straight from my heart, an organ that keeps beating till it can beat no more. This is my heart and these are my words. So take a look at my HEART and see all that it has to offer. @All rights reserved 2017 None of these poems can be copied in any way or form without permission from the author

I have many personalitys I wonder if you knew all of them would still smile would remember when my tears or would the joy hide that? why dont we find out.

a book filled with what I consider to be art, my poetry. they're in no specific order but the hope is for you, the reader and as the person looking in, to feel what I felt in the moments I wrote my poems. they describe moments of life where I felt confused, hurt, excited. you'll get this opportunity to look into my life and see the paths that I have taken. I started with a couple of my works and I'll continue to add more as I write. hope you enjoy :)

khalie is a depressed girl. her mom died during a car accident and her dad always abused her and blamed everything on her. she lost all confidence in her self. she cries herself to sleep every night,she cuts and has bruises, she doesnt have any friends. she always thought bad of herself. but one day a new kid comes to school he is popular, funny, and always has a smile on his face. he tries to talk to khalie but she refuses to talk to him. will he take help her out of her depression? or will khalie just stay the same?

She thought she was lucky. He cared too much He worried too much He loved too much At least, that's what she told herself. what started as sweet concern slowly turned into rules. what sounded like protection become permission. who she met, what she wore, where she went everything passed thrugh him. He never shouted He never raised his hand He just said,"I'm doing this because I Love you." And she belived Him. until one day she realized. She wasn't scared of losing him. She was scared of upsetting him. This is a story about Love that slowly become control, abot agirl who forgot her own voice,and about the courage it takes to choose freedom over fear.

"Do you know, there's no such thing as a black rose I'll find my own color, I'll define myself I'll create my own flow I'll write my own story" she said smiling and walking away.

∞ Third addition to my poetry books ∞ Amazing cover created by, @WhiteMixedWithBlack, without her, I wouldnt be here writting this book. I wouldn't be the strong person I am today. She is the most amazing support anyone can ask for. Thank you Missy x Somethings may change, people will come and go, yet you will always remain the same person through it all. Book of poetry created within the darkest hours to some of my greatest moments of discovering who I am, where I am, and where I'm going in 'life'. No one ever said that life would be easy, just like I'm not going to tell you my book will be all sunshine an rainbows, because sometimes lifes not always pretty, just like my poetry wont be either.

I don't have depression Help me identify my feeling cuz like hell if I know. Help me not feel alone and share ur story with me I know there are so many people in the world have it worst then me, so I'm grateful for what I have

Hi, I'm Neil you might recognise me from my sister's story, my boyfriend sister bullies me. well this is mine it includes finding myself and realising who I really love