Memoir

❤️ Love 🌕 Moon music 🎵
After the collapse of her metal career, Tionne experienced a crisis in her professional and personal life. She began abusing drugs and alcohol. But nothing could stop the crisis. It only made things worse.
By Ca$imuz6 months ago in Chapters
Podunk
I didn’t want to get out of bed this morning. I wanted to lie on my side, knees curled up in the fetal position, and watch made-for-TV movies with the bedroom lit up through the blinds. My body wanted the rest, but my brain fought suffocating thoughts, so I went for a walk.
By Jeremiah Gardner6 months ago in Chapters
We Were Lovers Before Light - Novel Chapter 2
The very next day, I was in my room with a book in my hands, The Forty Rules of Love. I was reading slowly, quietly, letting the words sink in.
By Zeeshan Hakim6 months ago in Chapters
We Were Lovers Before Light - Novel
Dedication For Her, Who Forgot She's Beautiful You think you're not special but you are stardust with a heartbeat.
By Zeeshan Hakim6 months ago in Chapters
Steps of Liberation : Paths to Wholesome Freedom - Part 5
She was surviving, not living - until healing showed up in red lipstick, quiet prayers, and belly laughs. This is a story of becoming whole, one small act at a time.
By Yvey Essen6 months ago in Chapters
3-2-1-0 - Countdown
Introduction Although it's not really a special number, I like the 3,210 descending sequence, and it is an excuse to use Lindsey Buckingham's excellent "Countdown" song, which has been a favourite of mine since I first heard it.
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred 6 months ago in Chapters
Steps of Liberation: Paths to Wholesome Freedom - Part 3
There is a weight heavier than grief .. The weight of shame you were never meant to carry. After the dust of my divorce had settled and I’d begun to find my footing, I noticed something lurking beneath my progress. It wasn’t sadness. It wasn’t fear.
By Yvey Essen7 months ago in Chapters
Let me tell you a story — a story about a girl who once hated pink.
She was an energetic, dreamy girl who loved crafts, art, colors, and imagination. She used to be unique in every way — especially in her own style. She loved experimenting with different hairstyles and wore whatever made her feel radiant and comfortable. And yes, she wore a lot of pink.
By Mindmaze7 months ago in Chapters
Steps of Liberation: Paths to Wholesome Freedom
The first thing I noticed was the silence. Not the peaceful kind that wraps around you like a soft blanket - but the kind that echoes. The kind that reminds you of absence. The kind that sits across from you at the dinner table and dares you to say something. Anything.
By Yvey Essen7 months ago in Chapters
Idiopathic Idiot
Oiy, I must be hungover. But it was just one little wine cooler—I shouldn’t be hungover. My eyes are killing me, though. Look left, and it stabs. Look right, and it stabs. Up and down stab, too. There’s a dull ache behind them. It hurts so bad, I’m thinking about calling into work. On a scale of one to ten, I’d give it a solid seven. Anything above a six for me is pretty bad. What’s a ten? A ten means I’m in the hospital.
By Elizabeth Smith7 months ago in Chapters
Idiotopathic Idiot
My heart is jittery, hands sweaty as I hold the roughed-up green folder that’s barely holding it together and filled to the brim with my life story. My one in one-hundred-thousand in one-hundred-thousand story. Tears pool in my eyes, blurring my vision. Naturally, my head hurts. There’s pain in the back of it, behind my eyes, and my ears are ringing.
By Elizabeth Smith7 months ago in Chapters
A Quiet Kind of Strength
Some people roar when they rise. They stand tall, shout their truth, and let the world know they made it through. And then there are people like me—who never screamed, who never asked for the spotlight. People whose strength was silent, slow, and often unseen.
By Essa7 months ago in Chapters