Cptsd Stories

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Words for when living feels heavy. Meant to be felt, not solved.

A series of poems about my experience living with the impacts of childhood trauma, and my journey through recovery, set backs, and healing.

Michaela Valegrove documents her journey of healing through simplistic lyrical poetry that doesn't shy away from the truth. She is vague but confessional, holding space for the reader to take a seat and feel seen too.

Summer of 2017.

A collection of my writings, which are soaking through the pages, leaving stains behind, stains left for the observation of whoever's eyes are wandering across this text right now. The eyes that will hopefully read farther than this. Even if you decide you do not like what I write, how I write, how it makes you feel, the list goes on.. I thank you regardless for giving my work the time of day. And remember: It's okay to rot today. (And tomorrow)

" I can't let go of who I used to be so I carry her with me" What if you were given the chance to converse with your old self, what will you say to her? This is what I'm saying to the girl I still hold by my side and inside.

This is a safe place for me to express my deepest, darkest thoughts to people without being afraid of judgement. I hope that this can inspire people to write about how they feel too because it has really helped me with my mental health. By sharing this, I hope that it shows people who are also struggling, that they're not alone with what they're going through and that it's okay not to be okay. If anyone has any questions about journaling or mental health in general, feel free to ask and I will try my best to help.

((!!TW: this talks about depression, overwhelming anxiety, meltdowns and shutdowns, su!c!d@l thoughts and actions!!)) this is a true story about me, a girl who didn't get to have a normal childhood due to adhd and autism. this is my story, I write this to hopefully bring some understanding to autism and adhd

A number of poetry from depressed poet

I'm being so serious. I hate them all. I think this year I realized that everything is fake. Love is a concept. Family is a word made up by people (fuckers) to make you feel like they mean something to people who use you. Oh and my family they gonna use ME! I HATE MY FUCKING FAMILY. Oh- with every fiber of my being. Until I feel broken. Until I am on the verge of offing myself. I will always be better then them. I have bpd. I am always on my godly time though. It's not a fucking phase, I am better and will always be better. Period. Fuck you, bye.

A book of 1-2 sentences for Little Me to read when I have emotional flashbacks

"Shadows of the Deep" is the sequel to "Rising From The Deep". Yes this is book #9 Trigger warnings: Abuse, CPTSD, deceptions of mental illness, and mentions of death and suicide

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

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.

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.

You've found the diary of a neurodivergent trans gay man living in the United States in 2025. I'll be surprised if you stumble across it here. This book is listed under rather obscure tags. I'm counting on it being lost among millions of other books. Maybe by the time someone finds it I'm dead. If I'm not, it's something to celebrate.

The story of my life and how I ended up where I am today. An exploration of my mind and mental health. A way to let go of my past and move forward. Something that I hope will give me closure and peace with my past.

What happens when a girl drowning in her own thoughts meets someone who isn't afraid to dive in after her? Atticus writes to survive-poetry, fragments, questions she can't answer-until Maverick crashes into her world. Together, can they turn all that pain into something worth staying for?

"April 15th, 1945. My eyes took in the terrifying sights, the living nightmare that was this Nazi camp. A large compound, secured by a barbed wire fence. Smoke and dust escaped into the sky above and the smell of death and decay haunted the fields around it. The clouds weren't white, the sky wasn't blue, the trees weren't evergreen and the air wasn't pure. This place was a combination of nightmares, fears and lost hope." See the horrors of the Second World War from the eyes of a British soldier named William Roy Merrick. He will be faced by the wrath of war, emotional situations that'll rip his heart in two and enough horrors for a lifetime. COPYRIGHTED. DO NOT COPY OR PLAGIARIZE. WARNING: THIS IS A MATURE SHORT STORY, CONTAINS MANY GORY DESCRIPTIONS. READ AT YOUR OWN RISK.