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.

Just a random person on the internet talking about my problems like any other totally mentally stable person would do.

Random thoughts about, yes, my first heterosexual crush.

This book is purely to let me scream.

Sometimes it gets too much. © 2020 xXBrokenRecordsXx All Rights Reserved.

Heyo. So this is a collection of poems that I wrote. Just a heads up, most of them are pretty sad. I tend to write poems as a sort of therapy to get big emotions off of my chest.

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

Random memories made into poetry or a short story. basically a really boring memoir. A reminder for myself that the first chapter isn't a real memory, and it's based off of my many scenarios with *coUGHs* my advanced sarcasm. Enjoy🤙

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"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. 🖤

Some nights, the world disappears, and all that's left is the storm inside. My body moves before my mind can catch up. My hands shake. My chest tightens. My heart races. Thoughts spin faster than I can follow. Panic creeps through every limb, uninvited and unstoppable, dragging me into chaos I cannot control. I've warned those around me - "Don't give me anything that will stimulate me. I can't handle it. I might spiral. I might have multiple panic attacks at once." But even with warnings, the storm hits. Shaking begins. Breathing becomes a battle. Blackouts arrive without mercy. Voices distort. Faces blur. Time warps. And yet, in that fractured reality, I survive. Minute by minute. Hour by hour. This is not just anxiety. This is living with panic attacks, blackouts, trauma, and the consequences of a body and mind pushed beyond their limits. Every detail matters: the trembling, the words that slip out in other languages, the silent narrating I do just to stay present, the grounding rituals that pull me back from vanishing entirely. I write because someone else might be trapped in their own storm and need to know they are not alone. I write because survival isn't always loud, and strength isn't always visible. I write to show that even when panic steals control, when the body moves faster than the mind, and when fear screams louder than reason, there is a way back - there is a way to breathe again, to be here, to keep going. This is my journey. My voice. My truth. The storm is inside me, but I am still alive.

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.

Welcome to The Healing Quill 💛 A safe, no-judgment corner on Wattpad where words become wings. Here, we don't just write-we listen, uplift, and heal. Whether you're: Feeling anxious or stuck Battling self-doubt or burnout Searching for hope or clarity Or just need to know you're not alone... This is your space. ✨ We share stories, affirmations, poems, quotes, life lessons, coping tools, and gentle motivation from lived experiences.. Come as you are - no edits, no masks, Not every soul needs a finish or task. Some hearts just need a place to mend, A whisper, a hug, a listening friend. Bring your chaos, your silence, your scars, Your dreams half-buried beneath broken stars. Here, we don't judge the paths you've crossed, We honor your truths, not what you've lost. Write with your wounds, speak through your ache, Let the ink flow, let your story awake. This is your space - raw, real, and true, A sanctuary of healing... built just for you.

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

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

"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.

yeah,,, self explanatory- most likely mainly tissues, 4s, and maybe some others like test tube and mephone4 ALL CHARACTERS BELONG TO ANIMATIONEPIC ON YT

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.

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

"A heartfelt poem about the power of writing to capture unspoken truths, heal emotional wounds, and preserve moments of connection. Through ink and paper, emotions find a voice, and the quiet spaces between people are filled with understanding and reflection."