Tags disassociation
MIrrors Breaking And Clocks SoothA Poem by Martha PageThis is written for a contest I found randomly here that wants you to depict a real incident. So here it is. |
Before The Last LightA Story by Aeneas BartonA man going through a dissociative spell, attempts to break up with his abusive girlfriend on the drive home. |
Shattered MindsA Poem by Carbon MuseThe physical can be mended but the memories it leaves you with, haunts you for eternity. On Bipolar Disassociation |
DisassociatedA Poem by AnweshiI’m straying far from the group. Soon, I’ll be a stranger to you. You want to know what I’m thinking about The truth is, I .. |
The LosersA Story by Brett HernanThe row of windows that showed the sad street extending away outside comprised of a day lit scene, swathed in the glossy yellow of a summer’.. |
I dream.A Poem by brookey_renaesometimes I dream that I'm okay.I eat dinner at the tableand let them play in my roommaybe she gives me the last browniethen he will turn on the newsw.. |
Walking AwayA Poem by The Iron HorsemanBefore you walk away, consider the consequences, for yourself as well as others. |
Call us MillA Poem by LovermcflyWords of today |
broken heart 2A Poem by razbunthis poem burst out of me |
CrazyA Poem by A. J. KingsleyOne of the downsides of studying mental health is that you learn that your brain can contort the truth. Kinda makes you feel crazy... |
DisillusionmentA Poem by rannon96A poem I wrote about disassociative questioning a feeling of disillusionment. |
In ControlA Poem by rannon96A poem about the effects of trying to control aspects of your life neurotically. Trigger warning for eating disorders. |
DisconnectedA Poem by PatrickPinkLockdown and WFH can be incredibly isolating. This is how I ground myself |
Childhood and BeyondA Story by SnailSo you're the type that likes to read the back of the book? Good for you; all you get is a trigger warning (ED, alcohol and drug abuse, self-harm, dis.. |
Treasure the Scar.A Poem by Thinking AnonymouslyMourning for a love that was; that is no longer. That is still a mustard seed in my heart. For JM . |
AloneA Poem by WallflowerSometimes my mind goes places and I write. |
Waiting On The EndA Poem by K.P.H.M"I'm somewhere outside my life, babe/ I keep scratching but somehow I can't get in." - Sedated, Hozier |