Dissociation Stories

Ethan Cole is the kind of man who shows up. For his family. For his responsibilities. For the life he's built. So when something begins to feel off, he ignores it. At first. But the distance grows. Small moments slip through his fingers. Conversations blur. Reactions don't come when they should. And the man he sees himself as begins to feel just out of reach. His wife notices. His son feels it. And Ethan is left trying to hold together a life that's quietly unraveling. As buried pieces of his past begin to surface, he's forced to confront something he's never truly faced. Not just what's happening to him-but why. Because the hardest truth isn't that something is wrong. It's that it's always been there. What Lurks Beneath is a powerful story of identity, trauma, and the cost of disconnection-and what it takes to come back from the edge when everything you love is on the line.

|| book one of one || "you've always been the epitome of perfect, and i've had to stand next to you, looking like a nobody for years. and now people like me too, and you just look down on me." "i don't look down on anyone. do i judge? yes. because i think you could do a lot better than tommy and carol." rebecca polly bell has everything figured out. or at least, she looks like she does. good grades, a perfect smile and a good reputation. she's liked by the whole community. she's trusted. she's always doing fine. she knows how to explain things way before anyone asks. except something is wrong with hawkins. and something has always been wrong with her. rebecca bell is very good at being okay. the problem is that hawkins is not a place that lets people stay untouched. season 1: completed season 2: in progress season 3: season 4: started writing: 03 / 04 / 25 ended writing: ??? I DO NOT OWN THE STRANGER THINGS SERIES - I HAVE ONLY ADDED MY OWN CONCEPTS AND CREATIONS ! {Cover by: Destany_Strange}

a collection of poems. disclaimer: I do not own the cover art.

"You're just like Dad," Toby said. The silence that had followed had been so heavy. Ethan had stood up from where he'd been hiding behind the open refrigerator door and peered over at Toby and his face paled. Francis, without his hearing aids, had caught the harsh words that formed Toby's lips and he stared, eyes wide, at his second-oldest brother. Jasper froze. Toby stepped closer. "That's right, Jaz. You're just like Dad." Jasper looked up at Toby. Their eyes bore into one another. "Fuck you," Jasper said and he'd pushed up from the table - tripped over his own two feet - and gone down. Edgar's dead. Jasper's in AA-after being told by Toby that he doesn't want to see him until he smartens up. Now, with just him, his two younger brothers and their Mum, Ethan and Francis will barely even look at him, and Toby feels like his life is falling apart. Again. [Inspired by the chapter 'Talk Later' in The Marauders by Pengiwen Order Of The Phoenix Part 3]

Clair Lim doesn't remember everything about the accident. Only fragments. Metal. Impact. A voice screaming her name ....... But that's not her name anymore. Or at least... that's what she keeps telling herself. Because ever since she woke up, things haven't stayed where they should. Time bends in quiet moments. Memories appear without permission. And sometimes she feels like she's already lived something she hasn't experienced yet. At first, she calls it trauma. Until the memories start continuing on their own. Until the voice starts answering back. Until the name stops feeling wrong. And starts feeling like it belongs to her again. Because if Clair isn't the one remembering- then maybe she's the one being remembered.

She stopped crying long before anyone thought to ask why. Years later, the truth surfaces, not in chaos, but in quiet, controlled pieces. A conversation. A realization. A reckoning that arrives too late to change what was already made. Some things break. Some things become something else.

short poems quick to consume easy to digest no sugar added lightweight low calorie ::tw - like everything, especially eating disorders. don't read these. they're about personal experiences and i don't mean to glorify or encourage anyone to partake in these habits::

Des poèmes sur les troubles dissociatifs (TDI, Déréalisation, Dépersonnalisation notamment), les traumas complexe et reviviscences traumatiques, les douleurs chroniques (fibromyalgie) et d'autres handicaps (dont autisme et dyspraxie).

A troubled fifteen-year-old boy grows attached to the girl who gives him solace-a girl who may not be entirely real. . . . a short novel

*points to the title*

Language is a reflection of humanity. Chaos that veers into organization Just to spin away again with a giggle and a grin. Random poems that I write. I will update sporadically. Constructive criticism is appreciated. If you want to see my best poems, head to the back first as I will (hopefully) improve as I write. I also encourage you to check out SpeakerForTheFrost's book Two Shades of a Shattered Heart, which has their own poems as well as our joint poems. Enjoy!

ronnie has never been in love, but it takes a suicide attempt and a series of miraculous events for her to realize it. suddenly, the world that seemed so bleak and empty makes an absurd amount of sense to her, and what she thought would be the end of her life has become the beginning of something she never imagined before. a story told through journal entries.

a poem about dissociation

Tear stained cheeks looked up- raising his head slowly as though doing so too quickly would cause him to completely fall apart. Maybe it would. Reaching his grubby hands up to wipe his eyes he started speaking. Softly, like he couldn't get any louder. "Imma be the best thing this village ever seen," he said confidently, passion unyielding. "Believe it." DISCLAIMER I DON'T OWN NARUTO

Following a trail through the wilderness of Kalimpong, India, four hikers are caught in a fierce storm in the evening. As traversal becomes more challenging, they find refuge at an inn. However, their shelter soon makes them favour the perils of untamed nature.

I did take me everything I had in me to leave that day, a few months ago, but now my life has found me, and I'd rather die that leave it again. My son had looked me in the eyes earlier today, and he didn't recognize me.

The new Star of the Show, Shelly Shellington, anticipates a mostly normal day... Until, she hears that her usually-kind friend had gotten into a fight-And mysterious occurrences start happening, with some suspicious Toons near the scene. What is going on? Is someone trying to take revenge? Perhaps Shelly can find the answers, with the help of her friends... But truth, is a dangerous thing to search for. ... Shelly's World AU! This focuses on Shelly and Sprout!: because they won my Tumblr Poll. This AU is the aftermath of everyone being turned Twisted, and being cured. All of the Toons (except for Dandy and new Toons) have Clones that survived the Infection... They are not called Clones, and are usually called "Cousins" or "Siblings." If you hate the Dandy's World characters having tails fan design thing, click off if the existence bothers you. If you don't care, good, because it exists but overall just doesn't affect any of the story. EXTRA THINGS TO NOTE: -First posted fanfic, don't expect the Mona Lisa or anything... If it looks funky in some places, this is probably why. -Camin (Camden the Camera) is my Dandy's World Camera OC (bear with me) -Sprout and Cosmo are roommates

thoughts who are possibly stupid

- POEM - a poetry depiction of my life and my struggles with feeling disconnected from myself and the world around me.

Where do I come from? I don't know...