Gethelp Stories

Confusing, yes. Can you solve it? Yes. Do I want you to? No. Give it a try maybe you can relate. - UPDATE: Please excuse the...mild toxicity of the content. I was in middle school. -

Just funny stories from when I was younger!

❌ This story contains topics like suicide, self harm and serious mental health issues❌ My name is Abigail. Abigail Carter. I can't tell you why I did it. I can't tell you if I would change anything about my life if I could go back. Back to when I was alive. Before I killed myself. Before it seemed as though God was taunting me by forcing me to stay on Earth as a ghost. Just watching everybody's reaction to my death. This is my story.

This is about Claire who grows up with abusive parent and when hey get arrested for life she gets an abusive boyfriend but her bestfriends help her through it

A collection of poems: when your mind caves into itself, what else is left to do? Content warning: Depression, Suicide, ED Ps. Pretty old ones I wrote back in the day

a book of poetry TRIGGER WARNING- these are sad and if you're fragile, might negatively affect you. Read with caution and be kind to yourself <3

A girl with a troubling life is finally letting it out and sharing with the world.

Poems are about self healing, love and sorrow. Challenges between self loathing thoughts and redemtion. About being a survivor and stop being a victom. Finding your own way back to a life worth living. Facing difficult situations and embracing all life has to throw at you and making it on the other side. You are never alone in your pain and if you need to talk to someone always do. These poems where my escape from everything when nothing else helped, letting out the darkness kept the light lit in my heart. written before early 2004 and present day My work is a window to my soul. It is mierly to let my readers have an out let to relate and help better understand, to overcome different life struggles and enjoy a darker side to seeing life through this writer's eyes. I found my passion for writing in high school thanks to a teacher who showed me i could use writing as an out let in my darkest of times and i took that advice and I started to devote myself to writing, Somewhere along the way i got lost and had writers block, but now i've decided that i'm ready to share my stories with the the world. We all have been through good, bad and ugly moments in our life and it is not what life throws at us that counts. We can't control that, but what you can control is how we chose to react to it. Hope you enjoy my work.

just some thoughts sweetie💭

So my stupid, newly-minted fandom brain was scrabbling for more content, so I threw both caution and irony into the wind and went on Wattpad and holy. Fucking. Mackerel. So much shipping. All the characters are are ship props. Stop! John is heterosexual, you fiends! Dirk is gay! Stop! STOOOOOOOP! NO I DON'T WANT TO READ FUCKING DAVE X READER. WHY IS DAVEPETASPRITE DATING THEIR PARTIAL SISTER! NOOOOOO! DAVE AND DIRK ARE BROTHERS, YOU FIENDS! AND JAKE AND DIRK IS INSANELY TOXIC AND ONE-SIDED! AND WHERE ARE THE WOMEN? Obviously, the girls are left out of it. Because at least men keep their fetishization of wlw relationships significantly less creative. Some facts about me - I am blond - I am emotionally unavailable However, all these girls are scrabbling for the fictional character Dirk instead of me, even though I can give them the exact same thing. I begin ugly sobbing on the floor because I believe that women are obligated to be in a relationship with me despite my emotional distance and psychological problems. Waaaaaaaa. Guess this counts as a crack fic? I don't fucking know. I DON'T WRITE FANFICTION.

Yes, this is a story of how I changed and the events from when I moved here to now explaining how I changed and why I changed. Hope you enjoyed.

These will be pretty infrequent. These were all written from just over a year ago to now. Beware there is Dark and Disturbing imagery!!!

I wrote this originally for a health class project months ago, as it is a letter to someone who is suffering an eating disorder. However, when I rediscovered it recently while going through my schoolwork, I figured that it could be of service to someone. And so I decided to release it to the public. My hopes are that if you are encountering similar events to what occurs in this passage, maybe this story could help you put together the pieces that may have been under your nose the entire time. In addition, there are resources mentioned that could be of assistance to an eating disorder patient, despite the fact that they are specific to where I live. Lastly, never dismiss any potential red flag of an eating disorder: the earlier on you recognize it, the easier it is to stop it.

17-year-old Wren Herring has been living in a fog. Ever since her older brother, Nathanael, died in a car accident and she failed her suicide attempt, her life has been spiralling downwards: her biological father died of a heart attack; her depression has only gotten worse, despite the therapy sessions; her crush, Brandon Archer, moved to do a different state to get away from her; and last but not least, Brandon's cousin and her best friend, Kendall Westward, ditched her. Robin is her twin brother who eventually comes to live with them after their dad's funeral. He finds that she's on the verge of falling once again. Will he be her last chance at rising from the dark?

this is a journal of all the ups and downs and struggles i have. i wanted to make this, not because i want pity, but because i want to get better, and i know many others do too. i figure this gives those people and i a sense of accompaniment while on the road to recovery.

❰𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐋𝐄𝐓𝐄❱ HR: #91 suicideawareness #97 suicideawareness #20 yourenotalone #18 yourenotalone ⚘she's tired, just so fucking tired of everything and everyone. ☇full synopsis inside.

This is a fake story and this never happened and this is my first post so I'm not very good

Wow just wow

A memoir for people struggling with seeing hope in their future. May you find the way out of your dark path.

I try to write