Suicideprevention Stories

My Abuse- A real Story TRIGGER WARNING ⚠️ This story contains triggering topics- Sexual abuse, rape, suicide and hospitals, if any of those are to graphic for you, then you shouldn't read this.

Just me rambling about my interests, confusions, struggles and my life as a whole.

This is a story about a girl named Amora. Amora has struggled for as long as she could remember- her parents ignored any desperate, obvious cries for help, until she gave up. Her adolescent years were a blur of grey and thunder, until her parents announced their divorce. Any pain she had before was magnified and blown into a million minuscule pieces. She didn't care what it took to get there, but she knew she wouldn't be alive for much longer - not if she had anything to say about it. Until Hugo came along.Classic popular boy (especially with girls). He saw what no one else did in Amora, but he was possibly too late.

the lessons I have learned and what I know so far sh*t will happen. and you'll hurt in your heart but take your life and realize that inside you don't have to be fake happy to be real happy that you're alive. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ the author was sleep deprived while writing. take caution.

Sa kalagitnaan ng mga gabing tila walang katapusan, si Elijah ay isang volunteer sa Hopeline Crisis Support isang hotline na sumasagot sa mga tawag ng mga taong nawawalan na ng pag-asa. Sanay na siyang makinig sa mga kwento ng sakit, pangungulila, at mga lihim na hindi masabi kahit kanino. Ngunit isang tawag ang unti-unting magbabago sa kanyang buhay. Sa kabilang linya ay si mira, isang dalagang matagal nang nakikipaglaban sa sarili niyang mga demonyo. Sa bawat gabing magkausap sila, nabubuo ang isang koneksiyong hindi nila inaasahan. Sa gitna ng katahimikan ng madaling-araw, natutunan nilang maging sandalan ng isa't isa kahit hindi pa sila kailanman nagkikita. Ngunit habang lalong lumalalim ang kanilang samahan, mas marami ring lihim ang unti-unting nabubunyag. Hanggang saan sila dadalhin ng isang tawag na nagsimula lamang bilang paghingi ng tulong? At kapag dumating ang oras na kailangan nilang harapin ang realidad, sapat kaya ang koneksiyong nabuo sa kabilang dulo ng linya upang manatili sila sa buhay ng isa't isa? Isang kuwento ng paghilom, pag-asa, at pagmamahalang natagpuan sa mga gabing pinakamadilim.

Triton faces depression and suicidal thoughts, though he fights on. Will he be able to survive?

this book is a book about me and how i beat hard times and how grief and anxiety can prove how u grow and can show how much you can overcome it, in the book is proves how change is scary but it's how u grow into a person! and make it better, and make it yesterdays problem but learning from it and becoming a better person tomorrow!

Hey there!! I've recntly quit my ai addiction, and am trying to recover myself by writing poems and burying myself in studies. Any vents, support, relatable stories, pieces of advice and motivation will be highly appreciated, thank you!! If you do not have anything nice to say, or if you're here to comment "eww ai addict" and "how do u hate ai if u did ai??", please just read another story. Thank you again. CW: Possible mention of suicide, addiction, drugs/alcohol, substance abuse, abuse, mental health problems, writing the note, desperate panic attacks, self harm... So uhh I'd say enjoy!!

"In a world where everyone is afraid of death, and where it keeps searching for them, I have yet to find it." River is a non-binary teenager that has enough of life, so their only goal is to find their "Black bullet", a creature who's only task is to find the living creature they have been attributed to and kill them. This is the only way of dying, but that leaves River with no choice but to agree to do things they never would've done before to finally discover the sweet relief of Death.

Beatrice Prior is 12 year old preteen who has gone through things that no one never should face. Because of someone's selfish decision she must live with the consequences. Note 1: This story is the first in my fanfic trilogy, it follows Beatrice's life from age 12 to 16. This one is going to be fully my own imagination. Only characters are from Veronica Roth's book. I am not going to mention Four's initiation; just the fact that he transfers to Dauntless two years before Beatrice. Shattered | book 1 (In progress) Scarred | book 2 (complete, will be edited later) Healed | book 3 (In progress) Trigger warning / themes Mental health Rape / abuse / flashbacks Trauma Suicide attempt self harm depression Anxiety surprise baby First love Friends to lovers *Disclaimer* Veronica Roth owns Beatrice Prior, Tobias Eaton ect. I don't own original Divergent series. I own the character that I created and the plot before Beatrice is 16 and all things that didn't happen in the real Divergent trilogy.

After her parents died in a car accident, Yesenia decided to move with her best friend to a subdivision near the university they are attending. However, because all of the flats are completely occupied, Yesenia has no choice but to stay in a small abandoned cottage near the woods known as house number 1210. There, she'll meet the former owner, Jadiel, and learn about the tragedy behind the mysterious cottage she's living in.

Depression...what does it really mean? How does it really feel? One word but so hard to define and in this world that we live in pretty much just being thrown out there just like that...

Don't read if you are sensitive to suicide any military accidents, abusive relationship, or self harm. This story is a bunch of angst one shots and I will put warnings before each one. There may be some band members x reader in this too if you have requests please feel free to comment Why I'm writing this? Honestly it's just really addicting to read stuff like this and get a glance into other peoples mindset and sometimes it helps you understand what you're loved ones are going through.

Hello! Updates will most likely be slow or fast, it all depends on my mood and motivation. To all of my suicidal readers. I have no idea if this will mean much to you, or mean anything at all. But I'm proud of you for making it this far. Remember that getting out of bed is enough, or just waking up. If you ever need to talk, please do. I'm going through some things too, and maybe we can help each other ❤️‍🔥

Of all the people who could have found him, Harry wished that it hadn't been Malfoy.

𝒅𝒆𝒑𝒓𝒆𝒔𝒔𝒆𝒅 𝒛𝒆 𝑨𝒖

TELL HER is a short story for suicide prevention and awareness. I've been watching Twilight Zone and Ray Bradbury Theater, and the universe tapped me on the shoulder and asked me to write this, so I did. It is always a challenge to provide a poetic sensibility to prose. I hope it makes you think, and I hope it makes you feel.

⚠️ TRIGGER WARNING ⚠️ This story contains themes of childhood trauma, sexual assault, self-harm, bullying, and suicide. Please read with care. ⸻ She was never loud enough to be noticed. Never angry enough to be taken seriously. Never broken enough for anyone to stay before it was too late. This is the story of a girl who grew up inside chaos - a home that cracked quietly, friendships that bruised softly, and pain that learned how to hide beneath sleeves and smiles. Moving countries didn't save her. New schools didn't fix her. Love didn't always know how to hold her. And yet, for a moment, someone stayed. Told through raw memories, fractured friendships, and the bond between two girls trying to survive a world that keeps taking, this book is not about death - it's about what silence costs, and what happens when we notice too late. This is a story for the quiet girls. For the ones who were "fine." For the Annas - and for the girls who needed one. This book does NOT romanticize self-harm or suicide. It exists to show the damage of silence - and the importance of staying. If you are struggling, you are not alone. If this story feels close to home, please consider reaching out to someone you trust or a local crisis service. Help exists, even when it doesn't feel like it. Stay. Someone needs you - even if you don't know it yet.

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When she decided to die, she must have had two choices, to live or to die. Although there were two choices in front of her, she still made the choice to die. What exactly was she thinking before she died? I couldn't get rid of this feeling in my heart, the feeling that all this happened because I didn't help her. I...caused her death. About grief and pain