Cptsd Stories

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?

The Spiral is an embracing invitation for a holistic healing journey leading to ultimate inner freedom. Updated every Sunday.

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~

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.

As I currently undergo treatment for my complex and relational post-traumatic stress disorder (PTSD, a type of anxiety disorder that develops from repeated traumatic experiences), I wanted to write about my life, and everything it entails: my experiences, my traumas, my thoughts as I go through EMDR (eye-movement desensitisation and reprocessing). I want to develop a better understand of myself and my disorder as I learn about myself again in therapy, almost as a form of catharsis if you will. However, this is not a story for the light-hearted. I will be very explicit about my traumatic experiences, as explicit as I can be as I believe it will help me the most to overcome the struggles I have developed through these. This therefore serves as my trigger warning for my traumatic experiences (emotional abuse, sexual abuse, and sexual assault) and my forms of escapism (self-harm, drinking, and drugs). I will provide trigger warnings before each chapter, though, as you may benefit or be interested in other chapters in which I provide my thoughts on different things. Here we dive into myself, a life which is truly: a work in progress.

"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!"

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.

I'm stuck in my head and I'm not the only one-a Dissociative Identify Disorder story

Trigger warning ⚠️ Graphic descriptions of emotional abuse, some taking place in childhood. There are also descriptions of homophobic abuse. ______________________ This is a poetry collection about international trauma. It is a work in progress. It's a difficult read. I want to take this opportunity to say that healing is ALWAYS possible, no matter the depth of the hurt.

The poems in this book reflect the experience of the author and his daily battle with stressful mental health issues that include ADHD, Borderline Personality Disorder, and C-PTSD. These are honest, confessional poems from a life that has withstood childhood emotional abuse, chronic emptiness, and hopeless situations to find that love and hope are constant reminders of a better tomorrow.

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 am a straight A student. I volunteer with disabled children. I teach your children to swim. I have a loving family. I come from a middle class background. I also have multiple mental illnesses.

Ever since she can remember, the moon has been pink. Penelope Acosta is a first generation college freshman, navigating through the growing pains of first love and trauma.

Poems about life and love and trauma and mental health and my experiences. This is going to be a growing collection of poems and short stories mostly about my life and the childhood trauma I experienced. It will include graphic imagery at times and overwhelming emotions and thoughts that could be triggering to others. This is my journey to find hope and relearn love and acceptance. I'll bloom in my own time, join me if you'd like.

This short poem describes bits of what my life has turned into in the last 3 months.

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.

A trans guy finding partner in darkness of Berlin which leads to healing from things which should've ended him long ago.

A collection of poems which chronicle the ups and downs of my tumultuous mental health and turbulent emotions. I probs won't update this very often so yeah.