Freementalillness Stories

Melissa is a twenty-something writer who has never been published. Midway through her twenties, with nothing to show for her seven years of writing but rejection slips and diminishing bank accounts, Melissa needs a change. Rankings for 2021: Cover made by @lemondroppings

Sean Gillan's passion lies in his education, his work values as a part-time cashier at the family-owned general store, and helping out his grandparents at a family farm while being a faithful member of his church. He has little time for any frivolous and is certain that all he needs is in his small town of Central Georgia, despite his citified parents and siblings citing that he needs to get a life and get some air in his lungs. Sean has little time for anything other than what he needs, so much so that he lands in the hospital after passing out during his post-graduation party at church. Fearing that he was in danger of burning out and knowing that he wasn't going to survive long if he overworked himself, the whole family decides to ship him off to his gay uncle's home in Newport, Rhode Island so he could attend college there. Sean wants none of it, citing that he's fine with his small-town lifestyle. But once he learns that his grandfather sold the farm, home, and business and that he was to attend college up north instead of trade school in Adams Falls; Sean's fate is sealed. But then he's forced to join his adoptive cousins and uncles for some ice cream and meets two domineering young men fresh out of high school. And they...well, let's just say that they want to show Sean Gillain the TRUE meaning of having passion in his strict life. And maybe Sean doesn't think that moving to Newport would be so bad after all. He'll never know unless he gives it a try.

Leonardo Ricci is adventurous, rebel, misbehaving. Hunter Wood is even worse. But that's the best thing to ever happen to the both of them.

You know that feeling when you feel like you have nobody? Well that's how Thalia feels. She has nobody, well she has a loving family. A mom and dad happily married and the golden brother. They're only a year apart and all of her teachers tell her how good he was. he was so kind, he tutored kids for free, she was lucky to have him as a brother. She has smiled and nodded her way through life, ever since that day, her friend exploded. Ever since she heard the words, "You're a nobody, I'm only your friend because I pity you." She has been lost and doesn't know the way. She's lost until Alec Daniels comes into her life. Bangs open her door and steals her to break into the mall in the middle of the night and play hide-and-go-seek tag. He's a pop of color in her life and she doesn't know how to color the rest of her life. She was lost and now she was found.

"A sane person to an insane society must appear insane." -Kurt Vonnegut "she wasn't living" She truly believed that she had found the meaning of life. Or rather, the meaning of her life. "there never was anything in her" For her, she wanted to spend the rest of her life for the ones she loved, she wanted every breath she took to be repaid tenfold to those who she held close to her heart, she wanted every accomplishment, every award, every emotion, every single drop of her existence to be meant for those who had her wrapped around their little pinky fingers. "i look dead because i am dead" To the point where she would kill herself because they told her too. "bleed some color into this otherwise achromatic hellhole" And now, she has been given something that not everyone can proudly boast. "she doesn't know if she loves anyone or anything anymore" A second chance. "burn everything down to ash, to lower than ash" ______________________________ Book 1 in the "enlightenment" series. Sight. Follow this link to get to Book 2: https://www.wattpad.com/story/70565180-these-voices-in-my-head I've been so angsty lately. Please do enjoy. Starts off slowly but gradually picks up pace and gravity. Read a few chapters before deciding to stop and take this book out of your library. All grammatical errors and structural differentiations are indeed stylistic choices and do not require comments that point out every little mistake. WARNING: and I mean this, this book is dark and contains dark themes, as does the rest of this series. If you can't deal with the harsh reality that is immorality, don't read. #BreakStereotypes #FreeMentalIllness #NoMoreScars #ProjectSemicolon #StopThePain #UnlikeMovies #SALT #SaveALife ©2016, NevermoreNeverHere (Cover made by me. Pic not mine. Sorry for bad quality, but all subtitles are in quotes in summary, so enjoy)

COMPLETE ✔️ Highest ranking: #175 in Poetry! (3/15/17) - Where there is mourning, there is also hope. Despite the struggles and the losses we mourn-mental, physical, or emotional-good can come out of it. But even when there seems to be not hope as a result, there is hope in speaking out. #FreeMentalIllness Copyrights: All written work in this book is mine. Please do not copy my work or ideas. ©thebigeyedpoet 2017

...and sometimes all we have to do is drown our thoughts so we can breathe ~M.K

"Nᴇᴀʀʟʏ ᴀʟʟ ᴍᴇɴ ᴄᴀɴ sᴛᴀɴᴅ ᴀᴅᴠᴇʀsɪᴛʏ, ʙᴜᴛ ɪғ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴀɴᴛ ᴛᴏ ᴛᴇsᴛ ᴀ ᴍᴀɴ's ᴄʜᴀʀᴀᴄᴛᴇʀ, ɢɪᴠᴇ ʜɪᴍ ᴘᴏᴡᴇʀ." ― Aʙʀᴀʜᴀᴍ Lɪɴᴄᴏʟɴ ❉❉❉ When you are 5 inches tall, who can you trust? Bᴇɴɴᴇᴛᴛ ᴍɪɢʜᴛ mean her no harm when he discovers a tiny young woman in his kitchen, but faced with something he never believed possible, he now finds himself having to fight an inner battle to suppress a whole host of strange new impulses and desires. He wants to do what is right, but when you literally hold the life of another in your hands, it just seems so easy to do what you want instead... Aɴᴅ ᴡʜɪʟᴇ Bennett must yet discover if he is Man or Monster, Martin is running for his very life trying to escape his former captor, only to suddenly find himself at the mercy of a stranger... ❉❉❉ A ʀᴀᴄᴇ ᴏғ ᴛɪɴʏ ᴘᴇᴏᴘʟᴇ has been living their lives on the fringes of the human world. They don't remember where they came from, or how they lived before. Only one thing is certain: Their society is falling apart. Tʀɪʙᴇs ᴀɴᴅ families are split by accidents, never to find each other again, others get lost, with no way of returning home in a world that is too vast for them to conquer on their own. Fᴏʀ sᴏᴍᴇ, revealing themselves to humans and relying on the help of those gigantic creatures might be the only chance they have. For others ... not so much. Tʜɪs ɪs ᴛʜᴇ sᴛᴏʀʏ ᴏғ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ʜᴀᴘᴘᴇɴs, ᴡʜᴇɴ ᴛʜᴏsᴇ ᴡɪᴛʜ sᴇᴇᴍɪɴɢʟʏ ᴜɴʟɪᴍɪᴛᴇᴅ ᴘᴏᴡᴇʀ ᴍᴇᴇᴛ ᴛʜᴏsᴇ ᴜᴛᴛᴇʀʟʏ ᴡɪᴛʜᴏᴜᴛ. Enjoy! [FULL AUDIO will be included in future] - [WARNING: Cᴜʀʀᴇɴᴛʟʏ ʙᴇɪɴɢ ᴇᴅɪᴛᴇᴅ]

This book is dedicated to all the cancer survivors who have fought the battle or are still fighting the battle against cancer . This neoplastic disease is worlds most common disease and is somehow directly or indirectly related to every one of us . So on 4th February to celebrate cancer awareness day lets take a pledge to respond and upraise the awareness of this disease and make it our motto to eradicate this disease as soon as possible .

▌│█║▌║▌║*𝖇𝖆𝖘𝖊𝖉 𝖔𝖓 𝖆 𝖙𝖗𝖚𝖊 𝖘𝖙𝖔𝖗𝖞* ║▌║▌║█│▌ -Where the mind dwells- Thoughts forming, Throats choking, Anxiety struggling, I. Can't. Breathe. Eyes wandering, Voices whispering, I'm failing, I. Can't. Breathe. People tell me to ignore it, The words that they say, Not to dwell on it, I. Can't. Breathe. Not today, The people go on, They become my dismay, I. Can't. Breathe. Melancholy thoughts, Hiding in the shadows, Holding back tears, I. Can't. Breathe. Pretending I'm fine, Like I don't have insomnia and anxiety, I wither away to dust, I. Can't. Breathe. I find myself awake at night, I find myself tired during the day, I find myself bottling up my emotions, I. Can't. Breathe. I find myself lying, I find myself washing my face in the bathroom, I find the scars from wiping my eyes too hard, I. Can't. Breathe. I can't let them see me cry, I can't be too vulnerable, I find myself realizing, I. Can't. Breathe. I find myself wishing, Wishing one person would notice, That I dig my nails into my hands, I. Can't. Breathe. I wish I had someone, Someone to comfort me, Someone to understand it, I. Can't. Breathe. There's no more air in my lungs, What's a pain attack? I'm not anxious, I. Can't. Breathe. I wonder, Why am I sad? Why can't I be happy? I. Can't. Breathe. Why can't I genuinely smile, Without being criticized, Without faking it, Wish. I. Could. Breathe. ▌│█║▌║▌║~𝔭𝔬𝔢𝔪 𝔟𝔶 𝔪𝔢~ ║▌║▌║█│▌

Hi my name is Harper and this is: My Fight. On here you will hear about my struggles with living with bipolar, depression, anxiety, social anxiety, and fibromyalgia❤️ I hope you enjoy!❤️ -Harper loves you❤️

(n.) a place where one feels safe, a place from which one's strength of character is drawn, a place where one feels at home. A story about how two people found peace and salvation in each other. PS: Mental illness is a real struggle for the people that have it, please respect them.

OCD isn't a cute quirk. Hearing voices isn't amusing. Seeing people isn't something to laugh about. Depression doesn't make you cool. A collection of poetry that is very personal to me.

"I didn't kill her- please, I really didn't" He whispered desperately, tears forming in his cold eyes. "I'm sorry but that's no how it works" a voice hissed menacingly. He woke up But the tears were real and blood stained his hands. [Luke Hemming's Fanfic]

the boy who forgot did something worth remembering. ~ {lowercase on purpose, but other than that, the grammar should be alright.}

f a t e , w a f f l e s & m u d d l e s fate gives him struggles. waffles helps him get through it. but his muddles makes it worse.

Intro Broken hearts and scars in only places she can see, she just wanted, she just wanted, to feel something-Molly Kate Kestner, His Daughter Not everyone is lucky. Not everyone has lots of money, lots of friends, and a great family. Alia Johnson isn't one of those people. She has all of those things. She has great grades, good looks, and lots of friends, yet somehow, she is lacking a big thing, a father. Her dad died just one year ago, when his army team was bombed as soon as he was deployed to Iraq. Since than, she lost a lot of other things. Hope, confidence, strength. She has quit dancing, and has also lost interest in music all together. She can't seem to be able to get happy, no matter how much she tries. She doesn't put forth effort to anything anymore, because she feels she has truly lost the light in her life, leaving her miserable and uselessly stranded in the dark. As the holiday season comes around, what used to be a joyus occasion, is now only another miserable time for her. Her mom has yet to notice her struggles, her friends just don't seem to care, and even if she was to have the whole world surrounding her, she could still never feel as though she wasn't alone. Her anxiety keeps her up at night, and leaves her unable to get any sleep. Her thoughts on her self-image and self-worth are also impacting everything she does, from eating, to exercising, to picking out clothes. Letting others thoughts on herself become even more important than her own. Follow Alina and her story as she fights, flies, and cries, along with many other emotions and actions through this journey of hers. Will she be able to overcome this sadness, this struggle, and these other issues she is facing? Will she be able to make it to the end of the tunnel and face the light? Or will her world fade into an even darker blackness than she had before? Find out in... Waiting for That Thing Called Light