Stigma Stories

Aeipathy - an enduring and consuming passion There is no daughter in this family for a begotten man like that. You will not dare to stain our family name with his presence

One day, everything was normal. The next, everything changed. What starts as a routine hospital visit turns into a moment that splits a young woman's life into before and after. As she navigates heartbreak, silence, rejection, and the weight of a diagnosis she never saw coming, she is forced to confront not just her reality but how the world sees her... and how she sees herself. This is not just a story about pain. It's a story about identity, resilience, and the quiet fight to believe that love is still possible even when everything feels lost.

This speech explores the issue of stigma that surrounds mental health. I locate it in a wielded societal context and end with an appeal for greater awareness

"I have always been hurt. I-i--i just want someone to m-make me feel loved" ▬"I'm here for You "Taehyung said as he gave You a hug ----- Y/n a smart girl with open mind, living her life in Hell called ¦home¦ So what's going to happen to her ? is she going to make a decision to change her life or is she going stay there Is tae going to save her from This hell or is he going to be the second one ? guys i'm really happy i got # 3 in stigma # 11 in watty # 11 in watty2018 # 19 familyproblem # 45 loveyourself # 87 wings thank you very much i really can't describe my feeling it just got me so excited ♥♥♥ please vote and tell your friends to read it too

Poetry within these pages have been written through the depths of darkness that exists within my mind. I have written most of these poems in the state of severe depression, uncontrollable anxiety, never-ending self-doubt and an ocean of insecurities. Writing poetry, for me wasn't just an escape - it was a coping mechanism. We should not feel ashamed, disregarded or belittled for suffering from mental health conditions. We should speak out, we should let our voices be heard. No one should have to suffer alone in silence. Suffering from a mental condition is no different from suffering from a physical illness. We should speak out about what we've been through and the dark thoughts that consume our minds, and the way we question the worth of our every breath. We should never ever cease to stop. Not until going to the therapist is considered as normal as going to a doctor when we feel ill, and we shall not be silenced - Not until we no longer have to witness countless suicides in order to spark a serious conversation about mental health in our societies. Until that day comes, we shall not be silenced. You shall hear our stories, our voices, our overwhelmingly dark thoughts. You shall hear of every thorn which has been scattered in our paths, making us bleed leaving several permanent scars. Most importantly of all, you shall hear about how we managed to survived. How we survived the hardest battle of all - the battle with ones own mind, thoughts and feelings. The inner battle with oneself. The scars from our journey remind us that we made it through what we never thought we would - And with every day that passes by, we win another battle of survival. I know that many people out there can relate to what I've written, and I hope that by sharing my poetry we can address and fight the various stigmas surrounding mental health. DISCLAIMER: Some poems are dark with references to death and graphic details of self-harm.

At the time I had this 20 years ago the subject was vague... Mental Health has progressed so here's my journey...

"One, two, three, four..." she counted as her small pale fingers quivered, "Five and six" she let out a large exhale, "There and six blue cars, today will be an awful day" she anxiously spoke. "Three more red cars today then yesterday, that's good..." she trailed off noticing she stepped on a crack, "I was right, if there were to be more Blue cars today then I would not have stepped on this crack" she spat and retraced her steps. ....... -Story based off of a girls life long struggle with OCD and Schizophrenia. -First Person point of view. TRIGGER WARNING

Kian and Jeremiah, two Indian students studying in the same college, suddenly start to feel attracted towards each other. Finally, after a confession, they decide to keep their relationship a secret in front of society due to social stigma.

Her eyes, green and profound, were akin to English meadows beneath the grey skies of April, abundant with stories whispered by the wind through ancient oaks. They embodied the calm of secluded gardens, the poetry of old, mossy walls, and the allure of mists lifting at dawn over damp paths. They were the scent enveloping the dawn, virgin kisses yet to be whispered in an ear, excitement and hope, fragile nails sunk into the flesh of the back, and legs that entwine and press. Julian's eyes, blue and boundless, were the ocean lapping the shores of San Blas, the Caribbean itself, Aruba, Bonaire, and Curaçao, nights in a Havana bar, the flickering light of a candle where the melancholic strains of 'Guantanamera' blend with the sensual rhythm of 'Chan Chan,' and couples dance closely until dawn under a tropical sky dotted with stars... Moreover, they were the Salar de Uyuni in Bolivia where the sky and sea merge and, with the same stubborn perfection, they reflected her lunar beauty. They were freedom and the air one breathes, adventure written in the waves. In those eyes was the call of the open sea, the promise of endless horizons, the pristine beauty of waters merging with the purest sky, making us feel alive, children of a limitless God... This is the story of a Love born in art, lived in desire, and grown among the buildings on fire. It's a story of respect and pain, for those two were accomplices, in times so humanly difficult.

Nanami is recently named a Kannagi by the Head and a sister to Ayano Kannagi though she is adopted. Being an out of place girl she is accepted by some in the family but her past still haunts her and it still will... what would be the reason why her clan disappeared? Soon it shall be revealed. Please read to find out... (I will sometimes follow the anime's story line :) ) [I DO NOT OWN KAZE NO STIGMA]

Park Jiyoo- A twenty two years old richest business women all of her life if full of wealthy she really hate village people even marrying them she is American style. "Listen here Mr.Kim Taehyung i wouldn't opened my heart for you" - Jiyoo Kim Taehyung- A twenty five years old doctor and farmer he lived with his family and grandparents. He is soft person in his village a lot of women wanna marrying him but Taehyung didn't mean wanna hurts their feeling he treat them like friends and siblings. "I'll always wait for you to accept me in your life"- Kim Taehyung. In Jiyoo engagement day his fiancée Mark run away to Paris with his family and that day Taehyung, His Dad and friends was invited to her engagement but after knowing the news Mark Runaway. Jiyoo's father was almost pass out and telling Taehyung to marrying Jiyoo. he agreeing with full of sincere marry her and no more choice she decided to accept marrying him with no sincere. Can Taehyung change Jiyoo's arrogant life to a good wife for him and future? (EDITING) ENJOY YOUR DAY READERS! Started story: April 11,2020 End story:

About a friend. :)

"Mianhae noona .."

"Heavy Feelings" Heavy feelings putting everything at rest, killing me inside at its best, giving my heart an arrest. caressing me with its sword, I'm shivering in cold, while my whole body is in its behold. I will get no reward even if I'll surrender, every nerve cell is in thunder, I'm panting, shuddering while trying to be brave, I couldn't able to decide which way to choose as I'm losing my senses and giving myself bruise. I'm battling in silence, trying to build resilience, war is within me, I'm the creator of this brutal violence. I don't know which side will win, at the end, I'll be the one who will get abuse and there will be no one except myself whom I would accuse so at the end, I'm the only one who will lose. - Cadence Aurora

I failed in math very disgracefully and everybody then just showed tier real cold faces towards me and I regret not studying so it's just a STIGMA now.

Everyone at Diamond Academy fights with magic or swords. I chose a gun. They laughed-until they saw what my Stigma could do. Time slows. Targets fall. And I never miss. I'm not here to prove anything. I'm here to survive... and win.