Mentalhealthmatters Stories

❝She was there for her eating disorder-the kind that made her bones ache and her stomach knot with guilt over even a sip of juice. He was there for substance abuse-the usual cocktail of destruction he'd tried to quit more times than he could count. Somehow, they'd find healing in each other. Neither of them knew it yet.❞ In which Flash and Gigi met under unexpected circumstances Alternative Universe. #5 in #tumblr (05/08/2026) #2 in #alltimelow (05/14/2026)

Adhvika RoyChoudhury enters university like a fortress-walls high, silence deeper than most can navigate. But sometimes, a storm leaves behind more than wreckage. Sometimes, it brings spring. When a vivacious stranger steps into her world, and a quiet observer begins to see beyond the silence, Adhvika finds herself caught between the comfort of solitude and the risk of connection. This is a story of love that unfolds without asking for attention, of friendships that become anchors, and of missteps that almost cost everything. But most of all, it is a story of choosing-again and again-the people who choose you.

Twenty-six-year-old Tori Williams catches her white fiancé in bed with her coworker three months before their wedding, discovering an eight-month affair that shatters everything she believed about love and her own worth. Devastated by betrayal and drowning in PTSD, she flees to Kyoto, Japan on a two-year MFA scholarship in design, desperate to escape the wreckage of her life in Atlanta. Arriving broken and barely functional, Tori navigates crushing loneliness, brutal culture shock, and hypervisibility as a Black woman in homogeneous Japan. She faces constant stares, microaggressions, and the exhausting work of existing in a country where she'll always be Other. Through traditional joinery workshops, she meets Ren Beaumont-a half-Japanese, half-French architecture student with devastating good looks and an emotionally unavailable playboy reputation, haunted by his own family wounds and running from intimacy through meaningless hookups. As they learn kintsugi-the Japanese art of repairing broken pottery with gold, making it more beautiful for having been broken-two shattered people begin to recognize themselves in each other's cracks. Tori must decide if she can trust again after annihilating betrayal, while Ren confronts whether he's capable of the vulnerability real love requires. Through cherry blossom seasons and autumn leaves, temple gardens and late-night workshops, they discover that healing doesn't mean becoming who you were before breaking-it means honoring the cracks while building something entirely new. This is a story about surviving trauma, finding home in unexpected places, chosen family that saves lives, and learning that broken and whole aren't opposites-they're the same thing, gold-filled and beautiful. ©️ Relle H

It's my experience of what anxiety feels like.

Heyyy! Since we're at the beginning of this book I'm only doing one poem a day or at least trying to and I will try my best to reply to yall as best I can!!! This is my first book and it's a lot of poems about a toxic environment and relationship, daddy issues and growing to realize the painting in front of you was fake. Some of these are personal experiences but if you can relate go ahead and read it. If any of y'all need anything please reach out to a professional or loved one! Love y'all, stay safe, have fun, and KEEP YOURSELF HAPPY AND LOVELY!!!!!!!!

𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚'𝙨 𝙨𝙤 𝙢𝙪𝙘𝙝 𝙩𝙤 𝙡𝙞𝙫𝙚 𝙛𝙤𝙧. - Cry's sequel - (ONGOING) started: 14/1/20 ended: -/-/-

I cannot stand people. That's the truth. I go places by myself because of this. I'm trying to enjoy my own peace, my own space, and some fools just have to come in acting like they own everything. Sitting at the dog park, reading my book, trying to mind my business, and here they come-telling me what my dog should or shouldn't do. Hello? It's a dog park. Dogs are allowed to sniff, run, and do their thing. My dog wasn't aggressive. He was just being a dog. But these people? Absolute chaos. Can't even read the damn signs. Can't respect boundaries. So what did I do? I got in my car, left everything open, slammed the door, and let them know exactly how I feel. Go the f*** away. Handle your own business. Read the signs. Common sense doesn't seem to exist for some people. If you're going to walk your dog, walk it around the park. Don't come in here acting like you're the authority. My dog is fine. The park is fine. You? The problem. This is exactly why I do my own thing. Handle my own business. Stay out of other people's space. Keep your nonsense to yourself. People like this make it impossible to enjoy the simplest things. Some people just cannot comprehend respect, boundaries, or common sense. And I refuse to shrink or excuse their stupidity. I'm done being polite. I'm done explaining. I'm done letting people ruin my space. My dog, this park, my peace-untouchable. If you can't understand that, the problem isn't me. It's you. F*** them.

Lyrice Rose was always the black sheep of her family, it was more than one night she found herself crying in her bed before falling asleep whilst praying to not see the next day. This was pretty much how her whole 17 years of life looked like, until one day something happened that spun her whole world upside down. Tw: Vile language, mentions of Eatig disorders, panic attacks, self harm, verbal and physical abuse and blood.

"I hate my name." She whispers. I pull back, looking at her in surprise. "What?" She looks up at me, her eyes red-rimmed and puffy. "Maddenly," she says, her voice barely above a whisper. "I hate it. I sometimes think it's like some sort of prophecy...Maddenly...like I'm meant to live up to it. Like I'm meant to go mad." My heart breaks for her, for the pain and fear that's been building inside her. I take her face in my hands, wiping away her tears with my thumbs. "You're not going mad," I tell her, my voice firm. "You're strong, Maddenly. You're resilient. And I'm here for you, no matter what." She looks up at me, her eyes searching mine, and for a moment, I think she might believe me. But then she just shakes her head, and the tears start flowing again. I pull her back into my arms, holding her tight as she cries, trying to absorb some of her pain, trying to be her rock in this moment.

writings about suicide/depression, hating yourself, transgender just alot of things to help anyone understand

the side effects of social anxiety. i am in no way a doctor/psychologist, I'm just referring to information i've seen online :) thanks for being here, I love you <3

This book is about my experiences battling depression and anxiety in my every day life. It's my story of how I fell apart at the beginning of 2020 with no idea of what was happening, then I got diagnosed with severe depression and I had to start taking antidepressants and going for therapy. I share my experiences with therapy, how it helped me put things into perspective and connect the dots. I'm not in anyway an expert in Mental health nor do I try to give answers or advice on anything. This is just to inspire and create awareness on mental health and its issues.

This is me-broken, stitched together, bleeding into every word I write. Every shard of my mind, every memory I try to erase, every piece of my heart I thought I lost-it's all here. No filters, no sugar, no pretending. I've been on the edge, staring into emptiness, watching myself dissolve and rebuild, feeling the weight of every loss, every betrayal, every late-night fight with my own mind. I've fallen, I've cried, I've been hollow, I've been loud, I've been silent. And yet, here I am, scribbling chaos onto the page, trying to make sense of it all. This is not just poetry-it's survival, it's defiance, it's the fragments of me refusing to disappear. Every word is a piece of my soul, every line a scar I'm proud to show. Raw. Unfiltered. Real. If you've ever been at the edge, if you've ever felt unseen, if you've ever wrestled with your own darkness, this is for you. Welcome to the shards of me.

Susan is an art student who feels lost. While her friends are getting cool internships at big companies and posting their success on social media, Susan is stuck with messy sketches and boring lab reports. ​Every time she looks at her own paintings, she only sees failure. She feels like she is falling behind while everyone else is running fast toward their dreams. ​Is being "good" enough to survive? Can she find her own path when the world feels too loud and competitive? ​This is a story about feeling invisible, the fear of failing, and finding a small spark of hope in the middle of a quarter-life crisis.

After Aurora's life takes another wrong turn, she decides to move closer to her godfather, Phil Watson, so he can keep and eye on her. However, feeling that independence was very important, she decides to move in with someone by the name of Will Gold. Keep reading to find out more. 1k: December 31, 2021 5k: January 8, 2022 10k: Junuary 14th, 2022 20k: idk i missed it lolz 30k: April 19, 2022

fighting against toys, hands linked by strings, a puppet with a mind controlled by the heart, chained to our own mind. loraeve © 2021 03-07-2021 ― #3 in POETRYCOLLECTION

They don't know each other. But they all bleed the same silence. A class clown hiding behind forced laughter. A perfectionist drowning in gold stars. A fighter who only feels safe when angry. A controlled one who's never had control. A watcher fading into the background. When five teens are told to anonymously write down what hurts - they finally do. This isn't a story about getting better. It's a story about being honest. And sometimes, that's more than enough.

What does it feel like when your heart races, your breath shortens, and your mind screams, but the world sees nothing? In this raw and personal blog, I-Lubhanshu from Bagru, Rajasthan-open up about my journey with panic disorder. From a childhood filled with chaos to waking up frozen with fear, this is not just a story... it's a fight. A silent war millions face, but few talk about.

When things weigh you down, let it go.

A brilliant but isolated engineer, Leo talks to himself constantly-not out of madness, but because he learned young that his own voice was the only reliable one. When his self-dialogue saves a major project, his colleagues finally see his habit not as a flaw, but as a unique form of genius. The story explores loneliness, neurodivergence, and how being your own best listener can be a superpower.