Writingtherapy Stories

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 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. 🖤

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.

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

poems / deep Thoughts , mini stories and reflections.

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 ❤

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.

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Poems of my feelings. Full of real events and real feelings. Also real nothing.

ask my therapist !

A collection of poetic short stories written about the struggle of living with trauma.

Random thoughts about, yes, my first heterosexual crush.

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

A collection of poems that I have written in the past. More like an attempt at writing poetry.

"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

"Writing is a form of therapy; sometimes I wonder how all those who do not write, compose or paint can manage to escape the madness, melancholia, the panic and fear which is inherent in a human situation." - Graham Greene In my personal writings, I've chosen to pour out my emotions. processing emotions, aligning thoughts could be quite challenging. So, I am filling the void with words, hoping they resonate with those who share similar unspoken thoughts.

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.

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🤙

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