Cptsd Stories

🩰🩸At the world's most elite ballet academy, perfection is everything but some shadows refuse to stay silent. At fifteen, Danika enters the world's most prestigious ballet academy, a place reserved for the elite. Angelic and flawless, she seems untouchable but beneath her perfection lies a storm born of trauma, a past no one can imagine. Whispers follow her through the halls. Jealousy simmers, rivalries sharpen, and secrets wait in every shadow. Alone, she wrestles with violent memories and private storms that threaten to break through her flawless exterior. As international stages beckon, danger escalates. In Russia, pressures collide with desire, envy, and survival instincts. Every step, every pirouette, is a battle. Every glance hides calculation and every smile masks a storm. The Silent Pirouette: Blood on the Tutu is a psychological thriller of obsession, trauma, and perfection. Can she survive the academy, the stage, and the shadows within herself or will her silence finally shatter?

Finding Myself Series - Book 4 I am learning to stand in places I never thought I'd go.

Some houses don't have walls. Some don't have corners. And some follow you long after you leave. Lucy learned to survive early - managing her mother's moods, moving endlessly, and becoming invisible to stay safe. By adulthood, she believed she had escaped her childhood. She was wrong. When she returned years later, hoping for reconciliation, she was pulled back into the same roles - and forced to confront a devastating truth about love, guilt, and abandonment. The House with No Corners is a raw, lyrical memoir about growing up too fast, being the emotional caretaker as a child, and the long journey toward reclaiming the self that was left behind. This book is for anyone who has ever wondered: Why do I keep choosing the same pain? And Who would I be if I finally chose myself?

⚠️Trigger⚠️Warning⚠️ Abuse, Rape, General Disfunction I just wanna write what's On My Mind and hopefully, you relate, or maybe you have advice for me. Which I'd really appreciate. As another fellow human, I just wanna say I love and support you for who you are. Whatever you're going through, however tough, you're not alone. Reach out to loved ones or trustworthy individuals. Dial 988 for mental health emergency https://www.psycom.net/get-help-mental-health That link has many more mental health resources. And sorry in advanced I'm fucked up and I know that. If nothing makes sense or it all makes too much sense, sorry.

I was desperate. Frustrated. At a loss and almost spiteful. Sometimes, I still feel like I drive myself crazy reaching for some form of validation. Isolation is an intense and harrowing feeling. And yet, somehow, this accumulation of emotions led to me creating this WATTPAD story. A high schooler (at the time) in the pandemic. I wanted to know that I wasn't alone. Wanted to see some form of understanding. Wanted to be known by myself. I fixated on the internet, turning to various sites and media to find solace. Yet, it just didn't scratch right. It felt like no one was talking about what I was going through, like the stigma had far too much power for me to even know what I was going through myself. This is what motivated me to write. Gave me the courage to share my experiences. Having the courage to share so that someone alike to me will see they aren't alone. To humanize what is a very human experience. So, welcome and enjoy! This story may just become a collection if applicable..? Since, I don't believe I'll focus on my OCD as a center so much. *Title art is not mine and came from a Pinterest google image I found* TW: Sexual, infectious , Superstitious, pedofilic, and other subtype intrusive thoughts OCD graphic images described. Mentions: Sexual assault, depression, anxiety, lgbtq+

Osamu Muki, an already struggling student, gets raped. it's not the first time that's happened. and somehow, that makes everything worse. tw: rape, underage mc, trauma, cptsd, AuDHD, bpd, SH, cvts, attempts, mention of suicide and ideations, burnt out, teenager, (almost ) kidnapped. Dead dove. do not eat. this is very heavy. don't expect the best grammar, English is not my first language and I'm just writing to cope. you have been warned. reader discretion has been advised.

Putting the pieces of childhood trauma and abuse into words. Saying it out loud, because there are more of us than we realize. knowing that we are not alone is key to recovery.

I have C-PTSD and stuffed animals help me cope. This is a list of my Build-A-Bears that I will periodically add to and update. These particular BABs belong to me, but all designs are by the company Build-A-Bear Workshop. I have modified a few of them, and the ones that I have modified have clearly been stated as being such.

Character has a difficult night as they age regresses due to trauma

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.

The life and experience entries of a person living with bipolar disorder.

My July 2020 journal entries.

"Do you know what I really hate about ninety percent of YA heroines?" Kitty glared at me. "I hate how they always, always keep turning down the guy. I mean, come on! This amazing, gorgeous DREAMBOAT of a guy practically begs you to date him, and you're like... oh, no! My Mary Sue self is not good enough for you! Please, please forget me, Mr. Dreamboat, so you can keep looking for your one true love." I cringed. "Aren't we getting a little ars-poetic here...? But Kitty was on a roll. "No. That would be: Sharlene Kowalskie is not your average nineteen-year-old girl. Despite her tragic past-" "Ugh. I can't listen to this. Please," I begged her. "Please stop. Before I throw up!"

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.

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.

It was all fake.

Essa ≠ Esa

On the outside, Brittany, Santana, and Quinn seem like the usual bitchy, High School Cheerleader bullies. However, on the inside, they are terrified little kids holding onto secrets that no child should ever have to bear. They call people names, order slushies, and bully their once best friend. Until finally, they decide enough is enough. The Unholy Trinity reveal why they have treated Rachel the way they have for nearly 4 years. They work to repair their relationship amongst dealing with things like a teen pregnancy, and also trying to survive high school. This is the year the Unholy Trinity get their Star back. This starts in season 1. It will have major Faberrittana, Faberry, & Noah friendships with eventual Brittana, Quick, and Finchel relationships. Trigger Warnings: child abuse, and severe mental, emotional, and physical abuse are heavily mentioned! Death of a family member. Anxiety/panic attacks. Panic Disorder, Complex-Post Traumatic Stress Disorder, and PTSD are mentioned, and diagnosed/dealt with. These are very detailed! Please read with caution and adhere to the TWs on each chapter.

Summer of 2017.

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