Writingtherapy Stories

A quiet poetry collection about repetition, uncertainty, and the spaces where meaning softens rather than disappears. From familiar circles to fading paths, unnamed feelings, and distant echoes, these poems listen instead of rushing toward answers. For anyone learning how to stay with what lingers.

The Making Of Medusa's Mystic is a memoir following the life of Salem, a witch with a treacherous past. A byproduct of rape, Salem was born unwanted to a rapist father and narcissist mother. Salem soon became a victim to abuse in every aspect of life. Salem was forced into familial sex trafficking by their father, drugged, raped, and recorded each and every day. Salem was soon taught they were not worthy of love. They were simply worth $150 an hour. After Salem escaped their father's abuse, they were left with their mother, a survivor as well, who vowed to forget everything and encouraged Salem to do the same. But through countless attempts to erase the memories, they were still there. Salem soon became a sufferer of C-PTSD, as well as a plethora of other mental illnesses. Trauma led Salem to fall victim to abusive relationships, drug addiction, perfectionism, panic attacks, self harm, suicidal ideation, nightmares, burnout, and a chronically negative self image. After years of grappling with the past and foraging for happiness, Salem found solace and healing through witchcraft. Connecting with the story of Medusa, their inner occultist was ignited. This led to them healing their inner child, and finding peace within themselves. Salem is now on the road to recovery. It has been a hellish process, but thanks to their craft, their supportive fiancé, countless therapists, their coven, and their close friends, Salem is now on the ever-so-bumpy road to recovery. My name is Salem Aurora. This is my story. I hope I can inspire survivors like myself to find themselves and heal their pains. Your past does not define you, but molds you into the individual you become. As above, so below. As within, so without. As the universe, so the soul. Blessed be.

*UNEDITED* An essay about young love and the impacts it could have on the human mind.

Trustful Thursdays is a healing space for hearts learning to believe again - after betrayal, heartbreak, or silence. Through letters, reflections, and prompts, this book helps you rebuild trust - in people, in love, and most importantly, in yourself. Because trust isn't given, it's rebuilt - gently, honestly, and on your terms. 🕊️ Hosted by Swaha | The Healing Quill

Ever felt like the world's moving too fast, and you're just... stuck? I'm 19. Not a guru. Not successful. Not trying to sell you a dream. Just someone figuring shit out - burning out, waking up, questioning systems, calling out society, and writing whatever hits the heart. This isn't about being perfect. It's about being real. If you're tired of fake motivation, unrealistic goals, fake filters, and a society that forces you to run without asking if you're okay - welcome. This is my space to vent, reflect, and maybe help someone feel a little less alone. Read it like a journal. Or a rant. Or your own unspoken thoughts.

Putting my writing as a therapy to overcome the difficulties of living.

"I Feel Dirty" is an intimate and brutally honest poem. It speaks of the kind of dirtiness that comes without reason - of the shame we carry when we've done nothing wrong... A piece for those who feel guilty simply for existing, who survive through heavy silences. But here, words become a refuge. Here, writing is the beginning of healing. > If you've ever felt like this... you are not alone. 🖤

I've been drowning in a world that feels like it doesn't see me. Days blur together in pain, anxiety, and depression so heavy I can barely breathe. I've watched life slip through my hands, fought battles inside myself that nobody else even notices, and carried burdens that feel impossible to put down. I've been misdiagnosed, medicated into near nothingness, spiraled into darkness that almost claimed me, and yet here I am - still breathing. I've felt the pull of pills, substances, and moments so raw that every breath felt like a fight. I've been alone in small apartments, on blow-up mattresses, barely eating, barely moving, barely surviving. I've watched the system fail me, friends drift away, family stay distant, and yet still I fight. Every panic, every cry, every sleepless night - I've carried it all, and I write it down because someone has to see it. Someone has to feel it. This is a story of survival in silence, of battling inner demons nobody else sees, of raw, unfiltered truth. No edits. No sugarcoating. Just pain, struggle, hope, and the fight to exist in a world that feels like it wants me gone. If you've ever felt unseen, unheard, or broken, this is for you.

This book is a collection of vents, these are all honest and true to my feelings. I am being truly human here. Read along if you want a distraction from your own life. Maybe you'll see you're not alone <3

Random thoughts about, yes, my first heterosexual crush.

Attempted writing as a form of therapy to try and cope Mostly teenage angst tbh Mentions of Suicide Psychosis Anxiety PTSD Abuse (mental, physical) Brief talk of sexual abuse

🌙✨ Author's Bible: Brain to Paper ✨🌙 A journal-style guide for the dreamers, the scribblers, and the storytellers who live between moon phases and plot twists. This isn't your average how-to-it's a cozy corner of the universe where fantasy meets reality, and your wildest ideas find a home. Packed with whimsical prompts, magical advice, and romantic encouragement, Author's Bible is your glittery roadmap from brain fog to brilliance. Whether you're chasing your first chapter or your fifteenth rewrite, this notebook is your companion through the chaos of creation. Think: luna moth wings fluttering over your shoulder, moonlight spilling across your desk, and a heart full of stories waiting to be told. 📖 Stickers, doodles, and spells of inspiration included. 💫 For aspiring authors who write with stardust in their veins.

Samson has always been alone, trapped in a world that doesn't understand him. Music is his only escape, and writing is the only way he can give voice to the feelings he can't speak aloud. Inspired by Juice WRLD's Already Dead and Wishing Well, this is the story of a boy navigating darkness, loneliness, and the fragile thread of hope-only to realize that some battles are fought alone, and some hearts remain untouched by the world.

I don't write to be seen. I write to be free. When the heart feels too heavy, when silence becomes too loud, I turn to words. This poem is about writing not for fame - but for healing, for expression, and for finding the voice within my soul.

Just a bunch of poetry that i'm writing for battle against my depression.

Just a little disclaimer I'm going to be writing these to get things out of my head a little more So this does mean it will have more depressing little stories and such so please be careful reading these if you're you're easily triggered Thank you for reading ❤

"𝘪 𝘢𝘮 𝘵𝘳𝘶𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘤𝘦𝘴𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘪𝘴 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘵𝘦𝘮𝘱𝘰𝘳𝘢𝘳𝘺, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘥𝘢𝘺 𝘪 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘭𝘦𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘨𝘰" ♡ a poem collection [from 2019] from when i was trying to get over a guy along with other issues i dealt with at the time. any constructive criticism you have about my writing is very much appreciated and may be provided in the post under the "conversations" tab in my profile. thank you. - don't ghost read! votes + comments are appreciated <3

"Through the Rooftop" explores Elle's journey of self-discovery and emotional healing as she navigates the challenges of expression and connection in the digital age.

It's a collection of poetry. Many are haiku. I will continue to add them to this story as I produce them.

This book is purely to let me scream.