Cope Stories

"Mga tulang nag silbing medisina mula sa aking kalungkutan at nakaraan."

They enlisted together. Same day. Same office. Same nervous jokes that slowly died the closer they got to the yellow footprints. L/N, Cope, and McCaffey-three names about to be stripped down into uniforms, numbers, and expectations they didn't fully understand yet. Boot camp wasn't about who you were before. It was about who survived after. L/N knew that going in. She wasn't naive. She didn't expect it to be easy and she definitely didn't expect it to be fair. What she didn't expect was how much distance could exist between people standing only a few yards apart-or how silence could feel heavier than shouting. Sgt. Sullivan was never meant to matter to her. He was a Drill Instructor for the male platoons. Untouchable. Unreachable. A presence she'd only glimpse across training grounds or hear echoed through the chaos of someone else getting corrected. He was regulation, discipline, control. A line clearly drawn. And she was just a recruit. But boot camp had a way of crossing paths that weren't supposed to cross. Of testing rules as much as it tested bodies. Of forcing people to feel things they had no right to act on. This wasn't a love story that started with choice. It started with proximity. With restraint. With everything unsaid. And somewhere between Guam memories, breaking recruits, and becoming Marines- Lines began to blur. DISCLAIMER: This is an ongoing AU fanfiction. Sullivan's sexuality is not explicitly defined and may evolve as the story continues, as I'm still deciding the direction of his character arc. #1 in Bootcamp #1 in Boots #1 in Cope #1 in Sgtsullivan #1 in Sgtsullivanboots

about a boy who writes letters to his best friend who had commited suicide. [ short story - sincerelykal © ]

What was paradise anyways.... I DONT own FT nor pictures! *Some manga spoilers* Mature Content/Language

A collection of short poems about grief. These poems have helped me through really tough times, times when I thought I wouldn't make it through.

this is a story you can read if you have mental health problems and in specific depression if you have a "good" live don't read this because i don't think you will understand-that's all i can say thank you and read in peace

Jacob "Red" has spent his life in the shadows-abandoned, abused, and chained to a gang that sees him as nothing more than a tool for their dirty work. Branded a criminal and accused of crimes he didn't commit, escape feels impossible. His world is one of violence and survival, ruled by a ruthless leader who holds him captive in every way. Detective Andrew Sinclair is relentless in his pursuit of justice, but when a routine interview with Red turns into something unexpected, he's forced to question everything he believes about the young man. Red isn't just another suspect-he's broken, haunted, and desperate for a way out. Against all logic, Andrew finds himself drawn to him, captivated by the fragile hope buried beneath the pain. But their connection is dangerous, and their worlds couldn't be further apart. With gang ties tightening around Red's neck and Andrew's career on the line, they must decide: is love worth the risk when the cost could be everything? Torn between loyalty and freedom, fear and trust, Redemption's Edge is a gripping tale of resilience, forbidden love, and the fight for a second chance.

I can barely recollect November. At that time I would actually spend some of my days outside. I wonder what the weather is like now. I remember one day it rained, maybe a couple of days. I recall the splash of the water on my face, how soaked my clothing was after. Was it a relief? Not quite... But it did help with the heat coming from my face, the pure frustration at the world. Everything is so overwhelming... It's been a couple of months since then and yet I can barely remember anything before, during, or after it. Involved: Mental Illness, LGBTQ+, drama, and suicide attempt of another.

self-reflection

Hi guys! My real name is Brayden. Today was a very rough day. My uncle's dog killed one of my dogs.. I write stories to cope with bad emotions since it's very rare for me to cry now. I've been hurt too much and I'm losing emotion. Anyways, I thought I'd make a story about me and my imaginary friends... I hope that's not weird... I don't have many friends so... Anyways, please enjoy!

Everybody has stress in their lives, so here are 101 simple ways to help you cope with it

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like sun kissed gold ribs on cream colored satin that keeps the heart in a double helix the silhouette of a sonorous renaissance to rejoice at renewal and rebirth, by berenice

The truth is we all love and get heartbroken. For some it's easier to cope with but for most it can take almost forever to get over. But here are some simple (but effective) ways you can get over your ex

Part 1 of my collection. A strong and vague memory, but also one that is most recent. Important to my story, to which none of you know yet.

in which a pair of broken teens learn to cope together through the process of cuddling. [ short story - sincerelykal © ]

w coping mechanisms