Therapy Stories

Everyone at school knows Andrew Jennings. Missing an arm. Openly gay. But when he meets star athlete Ryan Sullivan in therapy, can friendship lead to more? ***** When Andrew 'Jacky' Jennings ends up in therapy after an English assignment gone wrong, he doesn't expect to find his high school's star athlete, Ryan Sullivan, sitting in the same waiting room. After all, he and Ryan couldn't be more different: football captain, future valedictorian, and all-around nice guy, Ryan is the school's golden boy, while Andrew is known for his permanent snarl, being openly gay, and losing his left arm (along with his father and sister) in a car accident. But when Andrew learns they actually have a lot in common, he's surprised to see past the enigma that is Ryan Sullivan and his seemingly perfect life. And as the two boys begin to connect over their shared grief, depression, and teenage angst, they might just discover a little pocket of happiness for themselves -- if they're willing to fight for it. [Word count: 100,000-150,000 words] Cover designed by Lily Taylor Please read the 'Introduction' for a full list of content/trigger warnings

***Warning! This story contains mature themes where characters experience suicidal thoughts, and often have deep thoughts. Viewer discretion advised.*** Julianus Hale is a man whose life seems to be collapsing all at once. Struggling with workplace issues, loneliness, and the emotional aftermath of a painful breakup, he slowly begins losing the motivation to keep fighting for a future he no longer believes in. Refusing treatment and pushing everyone away, Julianus isolates himself from both his family and the world around him. After receiving a final warning at work due to his worsening temper and emotional instability, he reluctantly begins therapy, not because he believes it will help, but because he wants somewhere to speak without judgment. There, he meets, Julissa Laurent, a calm and compassionate therapist who sees through his anger and recognizes the exhaustion beneath it. Their sessions begin awkwardly, filled with silence, sarcasm, and emotional distance, but over time, Julianus finds himself slowly opening up in ways he never expected. As the weeks pass, the two develop a quiet but undeniable connection. Julissa becomes the first person in a long time who truly listens to him without pity, while Julianus slowly realizes he looks forward to seeing her more than he should. Yet beneath their growing attachment lies an unspoken tension: the line between patient and therapist cannot be crossed. At its heart, When Breathing Hurts is not just a romance, but a deeply emotional story about loneliness, healing, and learning how to keep living when life feels unbearably heavy. It explores the idea that sometimes people do not need to be "saved", they simply need someone who makes them feel seen. *** "I just don't think anyone would notice if I disappeared." I blurted out honestly, turning my gaze to Julissa, expecting to be laughed at, like I always have been. But her next words made me stiffen. "I would."

Marlowe doesn't know why she's depressed. She has a family that loves her. A roof over her head. A future she's supposed to be excited about. Yet every day feels less like living and more like surviving.

Becoming, self love, heartache, family drama, mother's love, sacrifice.

Nothing is particularly wrong with Liz's life. She has a stable job, a comfortable apartment, and a routine that works. Every morning she wakes up, goes to work, finishes what needs to be done, and comes home to do it all again the next day. From the outside, she seems fine. But sometimes, on quiet nights, Liz finds herself staring at old photographs and wondering about a stranger she used to know. A girl who laughed too loudly. A girl who cried without shame. A girl who believed that if she loved deeply enough, life would eventually work itself out. Liz can barely recognize her anymore. Two years after a relationship that changed her in ways she still doesn't fully understand, she finds herself sitting across from a psychologist, trying to answer a question she never expected to ask: What happened to the person I used to be? What begins as an attempt to understand her emotional numbness slowly turns into something far more difficult. As old memories resurface and long-buried wounds begin to reveal themselves, Liz is forced to confront a possibility she has spent years avoiding. Maybe the thing she's grieving isn't the woman she lost. Maybe she's grieving the girl who slowly disappeared while trying to survive everything that came after. Because sometimes the greatest loss is not losing someone. Sometimes, it is losing yourself. And learning to live with the fact that you miss who you used to be.

Rule #4: No kissing friends. We made the rule when we were 15. We broke it at 17. We broke each other at 25. Kier Alexander Franco and Bianca Rein Salvega Best friends since Grade 7. Best thing in each other's lives. Until we weren't. 181 seconds in a janitor's closet. 5 years of silence. 1 blue gate painted navy for someone who might never come home. This is a story about two people who weaponized silence. Who chose pride over love. Who spent 5 years learning how to speak again. Contains: 70k na utang, maalat na adobo, "we're done" sa kasal, therapy, and one "I choose me" that changes everything. Warning: We broke Rule #4. Then we broke Rule #0: Don't ruin the friendship. Spoiler: We ruined it. Badly. Pero sa dulo? We came home.

⚠️ WARNING: Highly relatable content ahead. ⚠️ We have all written some truly terrible poetry atleast once in our life. I have written too many of them. An Ode to Bad Poetry is a collection of awkward metaphors, forced rhymes, and chaotic late-night thoughts usually hidden deep in the notes app. It is the song you fixed with poor vocabulary, the conversation about heartbreaks and moving on you had with your friend and the existential crisis that visits you every Tuesday. It is the place where I expressed my most vulnerable thoughts instead of going to therapy and everyday delusions of a non-existent love life. Think of this book as a chaotic group chat with your best friend who isn't afraid to say the absolute wrong thing. Because honestly? Sometimes "bad" poetry is the most real art there is.

After surviving years of abuse, Hadiyah finally escapes the ex-husband who nearly destroyed her. But when strange messages and unsettling signs make it clear he's still watching her, the fragile peace she fought so hard for begins to unravel. Adam - a sharp-eyed detective with a calm presence and a protective nature she never expected to rely on - refuses to let her face the danger alone. As they work together to stop the man threatening her safety, the walls around Hadiyah's heart slowly begin to crack. But after everything she's been through, learning to love again may be the scariest thing of all.

They told her she was unstable. Too quiet. Too paranoid. Too difficult to understand. So Manyata stopped arguing. She stopped talking. And when even silence started feeling like a mistake... she walked into his clinic. Dr. Michael Jackson didn't look like someone who fixed broken people. He looked like someone who studied them until they stopped being people at all. He said he was a forensic psychologist. He said she was safe here. But the way he watched her-like he already knew how she would break next-made her question something far more dangerous than her sanity. What if she wasn't here to be healed? What if she was here to be understood... a little too well? And what if the only person who finally made her feel "normal" was the same man who made normal feel like a lie?

While the Loud House Goes about it's Original Business On Another Loud Yet Beautiful Day; Lincoln, The Only Sibling Male out of 11, Wakes up, Hoping for Peace; but it feels like every time he does he speaks too soon. Today? It was Lori and Leni Arguing Again; this was not the first time that they have argued... tired of hearing them argue... Lincoln tries to Stop them Yet again; Lori Gets Infuriated with every time that Lincoln has tried to chime in and try to solve the problem. But suddenly, a clash and a change of events have put the house in tragedy... How Tragic? You Ask? Well....

"Of life of love of death. The later brings sorrow not known to the dictionary" Adeel was a fervid lover, he loved blindly and why wouldn't he? He'd afterall found his soulmate, the one ideally made just for him. But life as he'd always reckoned couldn't be so good to him forever. Adeel's love had ended in grief, a grief that came with a savage hunger poaching him of happiness, of hope, of trust, of all that beautiful love he'd had in him making him crumble and whither, his physical scar being only but a portion of the pain that lay beneath.

A Public Journal

Japan is as sunny as ever. Children are playing, parents are watching after their little ones, teenagers are... well... dealing with their problems. Such as Tenma Tsukasa and Kamishiro Rui. These two have been going through a lot lately. No one seemed to understand though. Absolutely nobody. They were left alone with their problems. They refused to visit any therapist. It sounded like a waste of time and perhaps it was. Or they were just too stubborn. Either of the two. One day, they happen to fall into each other in the most random way possible. That accident might've changed everything. Or will it? Will they actually be able to face their ups and downs? How will they deal with this? Friendship can't be that simple, right? Especially when Rui barely trusts anyone. Dear reader, stay until the end to find out! (Warning and AU changes will be on the first page of this fanfiction. Hope you have fun reading this mess!)

Hana doesn't speak much. She just reads. Every Thursday, she sits in the corner of Alif Corner behind her niqab, a hazel notebook in her hands and eyes that have carried more silence than words. Rayyan owns Alif Corner. He doesn't speak much either. He just notices. The way she sits in the same spot. The way she holds a book like it's the only thing keeping her steady that day. So he starts leaving notes in the books he sets aside for her. He never signs them. He never approaches her. Hana doesn't know who writes them. But she keeps every single one, folded carefully like a treasure, Because after a betrayal that left her heart guarded and her name spoken in whispers, these small, unsigned words are the only things that make her feel seen again. Rayyan doesn't know she keeps them. He doesn't know she rereads them on the nights her own home feels heavy. He only knows that her calm deserves to be protected, not disturbed. What begins as silence slowly becomes something else. A connection built in glances, in shared books, in prayers whispered at 2 AM. It's not fast. It's not loud. But it's real. This is a story about a love that never needed to be spoken. About patience that outlasts doubt. About two people brought together by qadr, when neither of them was looking. But some promises aren't meant to last a lifetime in this dunya. Some are meant to leave a legacy that does. It begins with a note left on a shelf. It ends with a heart that learned to trust again - even after goodbye. ••••••• " Threads of Qadr In Love " is a story about healing in quiet places, about faith that holds you when you can't hold yourself, and about love that doesn't need to be spoken to be felt. #1 in niqabi - 14.05.2026 #1 in bookshop - 01.06.2026

What happens to two people when a sudden child death happens? Do they manage to cope or not? Meet Dixie West. A perfectionist, top lawyer, and blunt person who'd be willing to call out your imperfections but slow to your emotions. Meet Cameron West (AKA Cam) a kind soul, and head of the fire department. While putting out fires might be easy, he can't put out the ones with his wife. Do they stay together, or get a divorce? Read to find out!

A story about- A rich heir, Dunk an introvert shy boy with stammering and social anxiety issues, due to his strict parents and Joong his Therapist came into his life, to make him perfect.

"If I can only be perfect, I would be enough!" All her life, Vivien wanted to be a perfect princess her auntie, the Queen could be proud of. But all of those dreams shattered when her royal cousins conspired to frame her in a scandal, causing the netizens naming her as Princess Evil, and the parliament banished her into a faraway country called the Philippines. Now she was forced to attend a prestigious school for the rich and elite while disguised as a poor, stupid, and ugly transfer student. But instead of fitting in as previously planned, she attracted the interest of elite bullies called the Socialite Clevers, especially Dale, a famous traceur, skyscraper's climber and rumored gangster who is smart and cute; Javis, an actor and idol of a popular Pinoy's band, Gravity Zero; and a fleet of jealous fans who swore to kill her because of these. Vain as she is however, Vivien won't allow anyone to look down at her. How could she deal with all of these bullies ganging up at her? Will their suspicions urge them to know her real identity? As if all this are not enough, someone is trying to kill her too! Did someone discover she is the Crown Princess of Heldermain or is there something more in the surface as evil roams in the school grounds? Restless from all these, she still had to deal with the issues of her heart when she missed Jacques, her first love and a Prince she left back home. And yet, she couldn't help from getting entangled to Javis and with Dale, who was always there saving her from all harm. In this hilarious tale of a vain princess turning into ugly duckling, dive into Vivien's world of royalty and celebrity, as she tries to fit herself into a society that dictates the standard of beauty, relevance and power...

At 2:47 AM, Ariyon Patterson makes a desperate call to a hotline she isn't even sure exists. Shaking, breathless, still reeling from a night of binging and purging, she expects either silence-or worse, judgment. Instead, she hears her. Dr. Savannah LaMoore, psychologist and caregiver, has spent years tending to others through the SafeNest hotline. But when Ariyon's trembling voice reaches her in the dark, Savannah recognizes something deeper: the fragile little girl hidden beneath layers of shame, control, and hunger. What begins as one late-night crisis call unfolds into a delicate, unexpected journey. Each conversation untangles another thread of Ariyon's loneliness-her secret little space, her beloved bunny Hoppy, her body that never feels like "enough." And with every patient word, every remembered detail, Savannah builds something Ariyon has never known: a place where rules are safe, softness is allowed, and love doesn't have to be earned. But recovery is not linear, and trust isn't built in a single night. As holidays loom, family pressures tighten, and old wounds claw back to the surface, Ariyon must decide if she can surrender to Savannah care completely-or if she'll retreat into the spiral that has always consumed her. ‼️Air-ree-yawn‼️

Julian Cross believes he is in control-of his life, his reputation, and the narratives people try to build around him. To him, therapy is not a necessity, but a strategy. A calculated step toward refinement. Toward proving that he is not the version of himself others have chosen to remember. But beneath the surface of measured conversations and clinical silence, something begins to shift. Patterns emerge. Questions sharpen. And as Julian revisits the moments everyone else refuses to forget, a quiet, unsettling realization takes hold-some stories don't fade... they wait. And someone, somewhere, may be waiting too. As perception tightens around him and past encounters begin to echo louder than before, Julian is forced into a confrontation he cannot control-not with the world, but with himself. Because the difference between misunderstanding and harm is no longer abstract, and the cost of getting it wrong is no longer just reputation-it's truth, accountability, and the fragile line between who he believes he is and who he might actually be. Tense, intimate, and psychologically suffocating, Absolution unfolds in the quiet spaces between words-where silence speaks louder than confession, and control begins to feel indistinguishable from denial. Because in the end, the most dangerous version of a man isn't the one who knows what he's done... -it's the one who's convinced himself he hasn't.

An adele fanfic, written as a diary in stand alone stories each chapter. Every chapter is a piece of herself, disguised as sentences written for her. To her. Overlooked pain and feelings. Overlooked personality traits. Contains mature content.