Bpd Stories

BOOK 2 Wyatt has spent most of his life holding everything together-his younger sister, his home, his own fragile emotions. Life taught him early that people can leave, and that sometimes the safest place is the one you create yourself. Enter Liam Carter: loud, impulsive, endlessly moving, and the last person Wyatt thinks he could ever get along with. When a school project pairs them together, old grudges and first impressions collide, forcing Wyatt to navigate messy emotions, sudden laughter, and unexpected connection. Liam doesn't see the careful structure behind Wyatt's calm, and Wyatt doesn't see the soft, unguarded parts Liam keeps hidden. As they spend more time together, boundaries blur, walls crumble, and both boys discover the uncomfortable, thrilling truth: maybe people aren't meant to be predictable-and maybe love doesn't come in neat lines.

How do you save someone who isn't sure they want to be rescued? At Ashgrove Crest, Mia Elise is all drama and big feelings-she's got friends, a reputation, and a habit of turning any room upside down. But no one really sees how much it hurts underneath, or how lost she can feel when the excitement fades. Violet Lennox is the one person Mia can never quite figure out-always challenging her, always getting under her skin. Forced to work together, their rivalry turns complicated fast. And Mia starts to wonder.. Sometimes, the hardest question isn't who's willing to save you, but am I even worth saving?

Just a girl with BPD, bipolar disorder, depression, and anxiety

A story of fear, being lost and breaking free

read this or don't, Idc. I just gotta put them somewhere cause it feels wrong not to.

Unsaid. -no storyline-

Jisung and Taesan have been dating for 2 months, the perfect couple everyone wants to be. But what happens when Jisung goes to meet Taesan's family, and his badass brother starts paying to much attention to him. WARNINGS: mention of mental health disorders (OCD, OLD AND BPD) obsession abuse mental abuse violence drugs overdoes drinking kidnapping sa TS GONNA BE BAD :')

all of the lovely thoughts that I push away and don't talk about in hopes they go away will end up here rather than dug into my skin

• BOOK 2 of Wanna One Series • ❝You are a terribly real thing in a terribly false world, and that, I believe, is why you are in so much pain.❞ |AU| © snowflakesonmylaptop, 2017

A collection of poems and thoughts written in the dark of the night by a girl with mental illness

A Daniel and Aled Fan Fiction ... Based off of the book Radio Silence by Alice Oseman, and the webcomic Heartstopper by Alice Oseman. ... "My name's Dae-Sung Jun. Everyone calls me Daniel, though. I'm seventeen. And I'm in love with Aled Last." ... Daniel is a seventeen year old student at the Academy. He's head boy and has perfect grades. He's going to one of the best Colleges in the country when he graduates. He seems to have everything under control. But, there's one tiny secret that's slowly tearing him apart: He's in love with his best friend Aled Last. ... (Daniel has Borderline Personality Disorder)

This story is real.

How it really feels like

The monster wears the skin until the girl wants to breathe. Then they trade places again. Charm Sterling is a masterpiece of manufactured perfection. As the daughter of the Mayor, her life is a curated performance of hidden vulnerability and expensive manufactured beauty designed to destroy a chaotic past she can't afford to remember. When a physical key to a dark family secret-The Six Trust-surfaces, Charm and her seven childhood friends are thrown into a lethal game of rebellion against their own parents. Bound by an dark secret from fourteen years ago and the criminal legacy their families will kill to protect, the group must navigate a web of offshore accounts, illegal medical treatments, and a conspiracy that dates back to their first "monstrous" act. Meet the Fractured Seven: CRUE: Her volatile dark mirror-the internalized rage she cannot control. NEO: The brilliant architect of her sanity-the logic she uses as an anchor. LOVE: The angelic shadow of her lost authenticity and purity. ELSPETH: The moral center-the bridge between nature and nurture. ASHE: The cynical voice of internal sadness and hazardous truths. REIGN: The noble leader facing a ticking clock, fighting a war in his own bones. CHARM: The balance. The mask. The girl struggling to keep the monster from taking over for good. As the annual Masquerade Gala approaches, the masks are coming off-and not everyone will survive the unveiling. Reader's Warning: This is not just a thriller. It is a validating mirror. Whether you see a story of dark romance and high-stakes crime, or the internal psychological map of a mind fighting for its own identity, the truth is yours to decide. Morning me woke up a stranger to yesterday me... afternoon me is a stranger to evening me.

i'm sorry this is so old and awful, go to my ao3 profile (oizyssionned) for the more developed stuff. The ache of his ribs fills him with dull euphoria. He can feel it. This is his doing. (at some point, the lines between rigorous control and despairing chaos intersect) He sees their looks, of course he does. But there is a sick sense of satisfaction in being seen even as you feel yourself disappear. Marvel oneshots mostly about mental illness there's a lot of repetitive themes because i can only write about what i personally have experienced or shit that overlap in terms of symptoms with mine yes, this is me shoving my emotional baggage onto marvel characters. it's quite visceral. these one shots could be viewed as being in the same universe but also sometimes not, decide whatever you want. more than half of them are likely to be about eating disorders- i'm currently struggling the most i ever have with mine lmao

Poetry about losing yourself and loving the wrong person.

a diary of sorts in which a girl reveals how she became a monster ↔ This short story is suitable for every audience. Every chapter contains every kind of trigger warning you'd need. This is NOT your typical romance. I hope this book will fight the stigma against mental illness as well. ↔

my original poems laid out here. on a screen. here with you. (the reader.) i struggle with bpd on the daily. from screaming, to mood swings, tremors, hallucinations, depression, outbursts, codependency, self destruction and splitting, etc... i've always loved my writings. especially when others tell me how dark they are. i don't see it in my work until after i've read it over again in the next few months. but i guess it's because in my brain consistently, everyday is on a never ending loop. i share these poems with you or no one. but if you do decide to read them, thank you. truly. i've always been determined to get myself out there but i give up a few days later when my work doesn't rise up and even though i know it takes time to do so, how could i not want to get up there when i know my potential? it's hard being a writer and having that confidence to share it with others but being doubtful on how successful i wanna be in terms of living my dream as an author and hopefully helping others not feel alone in this world of bpd, depression, addiction, self harm, etc. so, i hope you are willing and open to read my thoughts from my journal and notes app.

Idk what this is

Alexandra Tarasova is dead. In fact, she's been dead for over two decades. She died right as her mother was transported away by the bad people. She died a few seconds before her sisters were forced into sleep and forcefully brought to the Red Room. She died in front of their very eyes. Natasha saw it. It was the last thing she saw before the drugs pulled her under, and it engrained so deep in her eyelids sometimes she still sees it as clearly as when she was eleven. Alexandra Tarasova is dead. So why is she standing in the middle of the Red Room's wreckage?