Mentalhealthmatters Stories

Zachary Yoshida came to Greywood University ready to start fresh. Openly gay, passionate about teaching, and determined to find his place. What he didn't expect was Gabriel Beckett. The golden boy. The hockey captain. The mayor's son who could only love him in the dark. For three months, Zachary made himself smaller, accepted midnight visits and empty promises, convinced himself that crumbs were enough. But when you're taught from childhood that love means accepting less than you deserve, how do you learn to demand more? With the help of four friends who refuse to let him disappear, Zachary begins the hardest journey of his life: learning that loving someone shouldn't mean losing yourself. A story about toxic love, found family, and discovering that being loved out loud isn't a luxury, it's the bare minimum. TW: Emotional manipulation, gaslighting, internalized homophobia, parental emotional neglect, mentions of alcoholism/addiction (side character)

A Seungmin fan fic about life and not giving up. "I'll make sure to stand up for you if shit like that ever happens at our school. Like people need to get their shit together and wake up." I lean back against the window of the bus. He smiles at his hands as he says; "I could really use a friend thats willing to do that you know." I roll my eyes at him playfully. "Alright we can be friends, but don't take my kindness for granted." I jokingly point my finger at him. "I promise i won't." He says chuckling. PSA: I'm only using Seungmin's name and other member's name for reference. This book has nothing to do with skz or being an idol. His character does not represent him in real life same goes for any of the other Skz members included in the story. I wrote some parts of every character based on my own observations of them through. Another thing to keep in mind when reading this book is that I live with a brain that runs 1000 miles per hour. So if the storyline doesn't add up in some places, that's why. ( but I try to edit and read through it regularly so it's still one cohesive story and not a bunch of different ones lol) Oh and English isn't my first language so sorris for any grammatical mistakes. ( that one was on purpose )

Little things

She came to heal. He came to hide. Aadhya Sharma arrived at Delhi University with dreams stitched from her parents' sacrifices and a heart full of hope. Brilliant, kind, and relentlessly optimistic, she believed everyone deserved a second chance. Then she met him. Reyansh Malhotra-the campus's infamous Ice King. Devastatingly intelligent. Heartbreakingly beautiful. Completely untouchable. They say he's heartless. They say two people died because of him. They say he'll destroy anyone who gets too close. But Aadhya sees something they don't. Behind those cold, dark eyes lies a pain so deep it's drowning him. A guilt so heavy it's crushing him. A heart so broken it's forgotten how to beat. When a mandatory mentorship program forces them together, Aadhya makes a dangerous decision: she won't give up on him. Even when he pushes her away. Even when the truth about his past threatens to shatter everything. Even when falling for him might be the biggest mistake of her life. Because some people aren't meant to be saved. They're meant to be understood. But what happens when the boy who's convinced he destroys everything he touches finally lets someone in?

Meera Sharma's heart stopped when her parents said "Malhotra." That name. THAT family. The boy who made her fourteen-year-old heart flutter with just one kind gesture in a school corridor. Seven years later, fate was handing her the impossible-marriage to Arjun Malhotra. She said yes before they even finished the sentence. But the man who walked into her living room wasn't the warm, smiling boy from her memories. He doesn't remember her. He doesn't remember anyone.

Aanya Malhotra (28) - CEO of Malhotra Industries. Cold, calculating, emotionless. Built walls so high, no one can reach her heart. Respected by all, loved by none by choice. Reyansh Malhotra (24) - Her younger cousin. The family's comic relief, always laughing, cracking jokes, lighting up every room. But behind his sunshine smile hides crushing anxiety and panic attacks no one knows about. Reyansh loves Aanya with a depth that terrifies him. But to her, he's just another burden-like the rest of the family believes. When Aanya's arranged marriage approaches, Reyansh makes a desperate move that traps them together. What follows is a journey of insults, revelations, heartbreak, and the slow thawing of a frozen heart.

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐛𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐌𝐄 is a book that can be described as psychological, a diary, a novel, or even a poem. It delves into the personal thoughts of the writer about everyday situations that are often considered ordinary. The heroine of this novel, known as "SHE," shares her perspective on various themes, situations, and problems. Her point of view may shift depending on how the reader interprets the book. Will she uncover a conclusion to the so-called "Rules of a Hidden World," or will she become a prisoner of her own thoughts?

" it's me, i am the art. "

When an African American teen, Octavia-Marie "Vi" Malcom, was removed from her alcoholic mother and abusive father in home in 2019, she moves into a local foster system where she moves from place to place. Vi is a emotionally unstable and when she is just about to give up her "prince charming," Dylan Bradley, shows her what it's like to be apart of a family. want to know more? You'll have to read to find out ! :).

"If there's anything you gon learn 1. Move Smart 2. Don't mess with those damn Johnson boys" Those were the words instilled in me constantly before Granny passed and wherever I saw those Johnson boys I avoided them like the plague they were after all they were nothing more than a 𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐜𝐚𝐮𝐬𝐞.

Dear Diary, Here's everything I've wanted to say, but couldn't. Trigger warning: suicide, death, depression. If you take time to read this, thank you <3

and thus begins our next chapter in life. ~*~ a compilation of poems. a continuation of hurting souls have hearts too.

Before the full chapter drops, here's the breakdown of the real memory that changed everything. This is how the moment unfolded-the day I first heard the word "ADHD" and realized my brain wasn't broken. Just wired... like lightning. > "Full chapter dropping soon. Stay close."

"A raw and unfiltered exploration of pain, loss, and the small sparks of hope that keep us going. This piece dives deep into grief, struggle, and the fight to find light in the darkest moments. Honest, vulnerable, and real, it's a reminder that even in our heaviest days, there are reasons to keep moving forward."

Trigger Warning: This story deals with sensitive topics such as self-harm, mental health struggles, and suicidal thoughts. Please take care while reading. Esther a teenage girl struggling with the overwhelming pressures of life, mental health, and growing up. Battling dark thoughts, isolation, and a desire to escape, Esther finds herself drawn to the pool, a place that becomes a metaphor for her internal struggles. As she falls back into harmful habits, she faces moments of crisis and deep self-doubt. But with the help of therapy, her family, and small moments of self-realization, Esther begins to slowly rebuild her life, learning that healing is not about perfection but about showing up for herself. In the end, she faces the pool once more, not as a place of escape, but as a symbol of her growth and newfound strength.

Your mind is a labyrinth that sometimes you can't escape

This poem was written for my father's funeral, created from a place of deep love, grief, and gratitude. It reflects everything he meant to me-his strength, his guidance, his quiet wisdom, and the way his presence shaped my life in ways words can barely capture. Even though he is no longer here, the memories he left behind continue to guide me, comfort me, and remind me of the incredible man he was. This piece is my way of honoring him, celebrating the love he gave so freely, and keeping his spirit alive in a world that feels so different without him. It is a tribute not just to the father I lost, but to the bond that will always remain, no matter how much time passes. This is for my dad, with all my heart.

Today unfolded like a storm inside and out. Panic gripped me unexpectedly, sharp and sudden, reminding me of the fragility of control. Tears came freely, mixing with the music that carried my emotions, guiding me through the chaos. I faced moments of fear, the weight of past struggles, and the lingering echoes of being unseen or misunderstood. Amid it all, I cleaned my car, cleared the space around me, and protected my energy-small but significant victories that grounded me. I witnessed raw emotions in others too, stories of love, longing, and danger shared without filters, reminding me how intertwined human experiences are, yet how essential boundaries remain. I stood firm, silent at times, speaking only when necessary, honoring my own limits. Each step, from the mundane tasks to the internal battles, was part of reclaiming myself, asserting control over my life, and embracing clarity after chaos. Today was not just about surviving-it was about understanding, reflecting, and moving forward with strength.

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Poem for the ones who smile through the pain, who hold it together when no one notices they're falling apart.