Yourenotalone Stories

I WANT LOVE My name is Hope. I'm eighteen years old, a nursing student, and a middle child who has spent most of her life feeling like she was somewhere between being wanted and being forgotten. I've always wanted love. Not the kind people post about. Not the kind that comes with pretty words and promises. I wanted to feel chosen. Seen. Important. I wanted someone to notice when I was hurting without making me explain why. For years, I thought leaving Olowo Community would finally give me the new beginning I desperately wanted. But somehow, even university couldn't take me far enough. Every day, I leave home for my clinical posting and return to the same place I've spent thirteen years trying to escape. Then there's the hospital. And there's him. A mysterious doctor I keep running into during my clinical posting. An adult. Someone who seems to notice things about me that nobody else does. For the first time, Hope begins to wonder... Did I finally find the attention I've always craved? Did I finally find the adult presence I've spent my life wishing for? Or is there something about being noticed that can make you forget to ask why someone is paying attention to you? This is not just a story about wanting love. It's about a girl trying to understand what love, attention, family, loneliness, and being truly seen actually mean. This is Hope's story. And maybe, somewhere between these pages, you'll find a little piece of yours too. I WANT LOVE.

My life has been an intense journey from a little girl who was beaten down and abused into believing that she was worthless, to a woman at 43 years of age who is still desperately searching for who she truly is. I found her though. I did. And she writes like me, from inside of me. She is me. This girl that I've been in love with since time first existed, is indeed me. The way that she walks. With her hands... and how she talks? The hearts that she's captured, the souls that she has inspired. I'm now trying to be her. I've never felt that I was good enough to actually be myself!!! I always knew how pure and clear and free I was inside. But people told me otherwise, in a very cruel way. No one ever spared my feelings or thought to speak to me with kindness or love. My parents were very serious and strict people. They believed that there was only 1 way to act and inside I knew that I did NOT fit in the parameters of the behavior expected of me. And every single time I made my Step Daddy sigh or frown it felt like I knife in my heart. I was a let down. Always too loud. Always moving too much. Always too fat and always too ugly. Always too much. Unless I sat quietly. But I've always been a firecracker and all of that containment really made me want to blow off! All of what was inside of me, swirling and dividing in me. Burying the side of me that I loved the most! I was a bastard and a blasphemy. Harsh words for a girl of 3. They said them when they baptized me.

Therapeutic poetry. Emotional outlet. "Pain isn't a sign of weakness. It's a sign you're still alive"

A Story Told in Fragments Life isn't a neatly bound novel with chapters that flow in perfect order. It's a collection of moments-some vivid, some fleeting, some that never quite make sense until much later. This is not a traditional book. These are stories, thoughts, and reflections-each standing alone, yet somehow connected. Read them in any order. Let them sink in. And maybe, by the last page, the bigger picture will reveal itself.

feel free to suggest conversation ideas in the comments!!! (I drew the cover art)

TW: This story includes some deep and difficult conversations, discussions of suicide, mental health, self-hatred, difficult emotions, and other heavy topics. A story of learning to heal, finding acceptance in who I am, growing through what life has taught me, and learning to love myself along the way. I hope my words can bring you comfort, hope, and encouragement, and remind you that you're not alone in becoming.

My life has never followed a simple path. Being on the autism spectrum has shaped the way I experience the world, face challenges, and find my place in it. This is my story of struggles, growth, dreams, and learning that my voice deserves to be heard.

This is a story based on when I was sexually assaulted by one of my mother's ex boyfriends and how it has affected my life, inducing my fear of men to greater lengths and the fear of touch even greater.

Thoughts that run through my head Things I'm dealing with Experiences: good and bad Take it or leave it: it's not for everyone If I can just do one person some good To know you and I we are not alone

Part of the Maybelline Let's Be Brave Together writing contest A letter to my future self, or anyone else who is struggling and may need this

This is one of the many poems I'll be posting. This poem captures the deep loneliness that comes when the people we rely on are unavailable in our lowest moments. It explores the contrast between always being there for others and feeling abandoned when we need the same support. Beneath the ache, it also carries a quiet resilience-a reminder that even in isolation, we keep holding on, waiting for the storm to pass and for connection to return.

Thoughts that dare to keep you up at night💕

This is a compilation of poems that would encourage the reader to gain confidence in their selves and spread out of their comfort zone.

If you relate to what I'm writing, I'm so sorry. Don't forget you are beautiful, strong and amazing.

This is a simple poetry book I decided to take a chance on. It's going to include a lot of topics. I wanted to try something new, so this is what I will be doing. Everything I write about will be from personal experiences. Please don't take anything to heart. It's not intended to be offensive. Thank you for reading. <3 WARNING: Suicide will be discussed in this book. Read at your own risk.

poems and shit🙁 some contain triggering themes.

Just some random poems of depression and it's lies

Healing childhood trauma is like mending a broken puzzle - piece by piece, the pain transforms into resilience, strength, and a brighter future.

If you count on people you get nothing, so you better start coping with the fact that you're stuck with your own self forever.

-this is a proof that you are not alone. -for those in need, this is your headspace. -just a glance into the mind of a depressed person. 💕spread love, be kind💕