Cptsd Stories

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After dealing with more than anyone would know Uzumaki Naru perfected the art of wearing a mask. But after years of bearing a heavy burden her mask is breaking. Just before she is ready to end it all a ray of hope appears in the shape of an anbu mask. Rising from the ashes she shines, but her dark past won't let go that easily, can she survive or will she collapse?

This story is a healing process for myself after the many obstacles I have been through. I really don't know where it'll go and if I'll ever get far with it but I do believe this is something I need to push myself to do in order to fill some cracks and heal some scars that just aren't fading.

Small poems and stuff that I think of when I can't sleep. If the poem/ song doesn't belong to me, I'll say so.

♾️A weirdo who doesn't fit in, a pro masker who is tired of masking and a man who's being too much.

Already in Hell is a powerful book retelling my domestic abuse story, from start to finish, with excruciating detail. I hope to give those who have never experienced DV an inside look into the true horrors it can become and how it progresses. I hope to inspire any current DV victims to become survivors. Sharing my story is incredibly difficult, but if this helps one victim become a survivor, or a family finally understand why their loved one chose to stay for so long, I will consider it a success.

A vine-shelter. A locket. A girl caught between memory and becoming. Lyra lives in the in-between, a vine-shelter grown from memory, grief, and honeysuckle. After the war, she returns to the place where silence blooms and the past clings like ash. Her locket holds more than keepsakes: it carries the weight of her mother's knot, her brother's absence, and the stories she's never spoken aloud. As the seasons shift and the vines begin to stir, Lyra must decide what to keep, what to bury, and what to let bloom. Between leaves and ash, she unravels the threads of identity, loss, and quiet resilience, searching for a way to become something new without forgetting who she was. This is a story of transformation told in fragments and flashbacks, where metaphor becomes memory and healing is never linear. Lyra is not one thing. She is the turning.

for the ones who realise they're stuck, with a great amount of unwill to get out of it

Writing about depression

My maybe-not-so-horrible-anymore-right-now life. I attempted to add as many tags as I could when I tried to think about details of myself I wanted to mention. I'll keep it as clean as possible and only mention the more...triggering content only as an explanation to another scenario or some such thing like that. I'll add more tags as time goes on, depending on what other random things I might bring up. Well, anyway... ~~~~ Be true, stay you ❤️❤️ ~Day Dreamer~

Preview: My tears dripped over his slender fingers and he wiped them each time they fell, and I remember now that this is the only place I had ever felt truly loved. In his arms, being held and comforted by the only person who had ever truly loved and protected me. Then my heart broke, and shattered in the doorway of my home, our home realizing my only safe space was being ripped away from me and the only one at blame was me. I knew after this, i'd have to pick myself up off the cool, wooden floor of our shared apartment and try to survive the deep depression that was about to hit. Nothing could have prepared me for the moment where I lost the only person who had treated me as someone capable of being loved and in turn loving another. From this point on, I would steadily lose myself while trying so desperately to find what I truly needed to heal.

A young man seeks help for his life-long struggle in unfamiliar places. A short story making a connection to complex post traumatic stress disorder. On his way to Darlene's house, Jason contemplated turning around many times. Each stop light he reached brought with it a glaring insult: How could you be so weak? When did you become so pathetic? Regardless, Jason drove on, repeating to himself the same thing that he had decided upon first contacting Darlene: I can't shake this desire. He knew this might be the only way to fulfill his years-long search.

A collection of poetry, short stories, and more, based on my mental health struggles, my trauma, and general issues. I suffer from CPTSD, General & Social Anxiety, Clinical (and often crippling) Depression, Chronic Pain, general trauma from many things that happened to me, and more, on top of having Autism. I write these whenever I'm in a deep hole and I need to let off some steam, so this will (hopefully) not be a regular thing.

My friend can't help me anymore. I can't vent anymore. No one will ever understand anymore. No one ever has. So I will vent on here. The closest thing to...I can't put it into words. Yet another problem.

I can't succeed in life, though I keep trying. Bullied as a kid, cheated on as a husband, fooled as a college student with a mountain of debt. The only thing that keeps me going is the two daughters that I have half custody of. Single dad with CPTSD, fooling a world of people into thinking I'm confident and successful.

this will be short stories of extreme metaphorical values depicting my experiences as a child who went through emotional abuse and complete mental anguish these stories may be complicated and it may be hard to see the metaphor, but thats ok. its just for me.

Trials, Tribulations & Violations

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