Journal Stories

This journal is for anyone who's ever felt lost, broken, or tired of pretending to be okay-yet keeps searching for meaning in their pain and finding ways to heal and grow. It's for those who find comfort in reading someone else's heart and realize, "Hey, that's me too." In I Was Here: A Bipolar Diary, Yana opens the pages of her life with raw honesty - one entry at a time. In this non-fiction journal, blending the intimacy of a diary and the openness of a blog, Yana shares deep thoughts, realizations, and reflections about growth, faith, and the quiet lessons found in ordinary days. While Yana lives with bipolar disorder, this is not just about the illness - it's about life itself: the love, the heartbreaks, the stillness, the learning, and the moments of depression that teach her how to rise again. Each diary entry reads like a late-night conversation between two souls trying to make sense of the world. It's a memoir that gently reminds you that your story - no matter how flawed or unfinished-is still worthy of being told.

Seven days, one journey, and a collection of real moments that quietly stay in me, perhaps always...

Kyomi, a young woman on the autism spectrum who finds comfort in routines and quiet corners of her small-town church, is content living behind the scenes-running slides, organizing materials, and avoiding conversation. Her world shifts when Kaizen, the new worship leader recovering from heartbreak, notices her gift for structure and her deep, steady faith.

Hi guys. So y'all read the title so yeah. Enjoy. (This is real btw)

​This is a ⚡️ Q&A ⚡️BOOK IN WHAT ARE YOU SEARCHING FOR ?, I Open The Floor To Myself and You All to find the answers that ley deeply in our souls. The Questions We Should Ask Ourselves ​Its true importance lies in presenting a set of fundamental questions-the ones that each of us should give ourselves the time to ask, honestly and often. JOIN ME.😁 LET'S SEE THE DEPTHS OF OUR SOULS.

This is my witch Journal

A designer of spaces and a dreamer of skies-Aayan Haider believed beauty lived in the patterns he built and the constellations he traced. But when a quiet figure appeared across the terrace, his nights began to shift and his journals began to wander-not toward the skies, but toward the terrace across from his own.

♣ 𝐓𝐈𝐓 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐓𝐀𝐓 in which you can read lanas diary entries about her life, drama, thoughts and more!

These are poems that I wrote during the most miserable and vulnerable times of my life. Even some journal pieces. Pieces of me compiled together into a beautiful memory. True Echoes of me and my heart.

hello!! no this isn't roleplay. imma just explain everything in the first chapter :) no, i dont have a madoka magica concept, despite the cover.

May all your cigarettes taste like me

kind of poetry .... During quiet nights , when the moon light accompanies me , I write the things i feel so deeply.

Situationship: How to read the signs? George doesn't. Hence, she falls into the refined clutches of Drevan, the man she should have never seen or heard for the sake of her sanity. The honeymoon phase is short-lived. George finds herself drowning in a river of uncertainties where self-worth and self-love are drifting away too fast to grasp, and all she has is a small log of affection Drevan throws at her, but there's no saving a situation that has no name. George knows she has to let go, especially with Drevan on a sabotage mission. Little does George know that Drevan already has a backup plan that meets all his expectations and more. As if things couldn't get worse, George has to witness Drevan's upgrade and glow up, because guess what -they work together at The Edit magazine. How can one heal when everything is blowing up in a live-action romcom movie at a desk near you? This isn't a love story; it's a tale about boundaries and accepting that some experiences are just for the lesson.

I have a really bad habit of posting short stories or journal entries or even fanfics on here knowing no one reads them, and that Lowkey brings one comfort to me

Literally just a journal of my Nonhuman/mythical progress...lol

Hiiii ⋆˚꩜｡𐔌^. .^𐦯⋆. 𐙚 ˚ My names Nagisa. Welcome to my very first book on this acc! This diary is where I'll be recording my journey in becoming a Kitsune with sublimials, so please wish me luck in making progress!

This is just going to be like a journal entry for me. These explain my unfiltered thoughts and desires during the day. I am human and there is duality in everyone. please be respectful as we grow in Christ.

Just a safe place where I can share my thoughts, feelings, and ideas. This is a form of expression and escape for me. Happy readings!

my day-to-day 🌞

You stare back at the map then the land. It was nothing like you imagined. There was also a creature. One of golden wings. It shined brighter than the sun itself. The beauty kept you staring and you couldn't look away. Maybe, you were there for hours or possibly days. There was no device to say how much time had passed. Oh well. This will be updated when I write in my notebook