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depression is something of which i am very familiar with, i know it's painful or numbing, or even both sometimes. i know how hard it is to talk about the things we go through. this project is about being able to speak up (anonymously if you'd prefer) about your experiences and emotions, and be able to get support and support others. the world is a very scary place and i hope we can make you feel safe here. your feelings and experiences matter. i hope you know you have a voice.All Rights Reserved

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Fix Me, I'm Broken by Ana11e1y

Walking into an empty house is normal to me. I guess I got tired of saying 'I'm home' when nobody is home to reply. It wasn't always like this. I remember when our family was close. Now we don't see each other any more. We don't talk to each other. We don't eat with each other. We don't ACKNOWLEDGE each other. This all happened after my 'Mother' killed herself. My father blames me. This is my story about how I learned to not count on anyone else but myself. I'm broken. I'm used. No one can fix me. But when the New Boy in town tries to fix me, everything will change. Good change or Bad change, I don't know. Only time will tell. I want to enter this story in the #Wattys2015 please help me out and vote and comment on my story. I'll really appreciate it!!! #Wattys2015 COPYRIGHTED Â© 2014 BY Anallely ALL RIGHTS RESERVED Â®

Don't let go - Emily Prentiss & y/n by emprentissismywife

You and Emily met at the BAU when she transferred back from Interpol after Hotch had hired you a few months before. You fit right into the team when you joined, and naturally developed a great friendship with Emily when she returned too. But that friendship quickly developed into a little something more, and although you'd agreed to keep it secret from the rest of the team, it was getting harder to hide how much you cared for each other, especially when one particular case puts you right at the forefront of the team's investigation. This fanfic will revolve around y/n having mental health issues, and whilst the relationship with Emily will play a large part in the storyline, I want to keep it as realistic as possible so y/n's mental health problems will continue throughout. For the purposes of this story, Emily's return from Interpol is the only reason why she's left the BAU, the Ian Doyle storyline has not happened yet. (This story mentions various mental health topics including depression, anxiety, eating disorders (restriction and purging), self-harm and suicide. Please don't read if you think it'll trigger you, and please reach out to someone if you're struggling.) Smut warning - chapters with smut involved will have '*' in the title

Innocent: Spencer Reid ✔️ by SpencerReidsOwnWh0re

She's worked with two notorious killers for years, but now she's in an interrogation room while the team at the BAU try to grill information out of her. Where are they? Why did you do it? Why do you kill like that? Why do you spend so long with your victims and most importantly - why were you so easy to find? Spencer's on the other side of the mirror, observing her body language. She doesn't flinch, her eyes don't twitch or move from the desk but she's trying to hide one thing - her index finger rapidly tapping against her thigh. It doesn't take a genius to see her brows furrow a fraction of an inch when she says one sentence. "They are my family." She's a liar. A thief. A murderer. But shes innocent. And they just gave her a job. ••••• On the cover, it says 'Spencerreidsgirlf'. It was my old username which I can't be arsed to change because I like the cover, and I think it's getting my fanfic attention so...enjoy!

Suffer by HellTaker_666

Everyone suffers no matter how much we think we're alone, there maybe someone out there more disconnected from the rest of the world. If you had the power to help the other and didn't take it does that make you a bad person? If you had one chance to correct the world would you take it? If you were given one power what would it be? No matter what choice you make it will come haunting back to you. The good the bad there's a fine line between what people perceive as good and bad it's up to you to decide that.

Society, Me and Life: The Truth by idkhttybimysm

You have a right to feel the way you do. You have a right to keep things private or to share and speak about these experiences to others. No matter what you choose, it is your decision to make. However, do not let your fear dismiss the truth. Do not believe the lies you constantly tell yourself to ignore the pain you are feeling. Do not let the sum of someone else's trauma silence you.

depressed | emily prentiss x reader by emilvprentiss

background info: the bau, and the team, had always been understanding of your mental health, letting you take days or weeks off when you weren't feeling too great. this time things got really bad and you tried to end your life. you had been off work for a month and hadn't seen anyone since. the team come by to check if you're ok and are satisfied with you telling them through the door. but that isn't enough for emily anymore. trigger warning: this will include talk of mental illness, self harm (nothing too graphic), mention of a suicide attempt (in the past) and other themes related to this. please do not read if you think this will trigger you, keep yourself safe<3

Noah (Obsessions in Overdrive #1) by MarcelinePierson

I've always had a feeling that I would die young. Ever since I started pondering on deaths door I've had this feeling. I could care less about the hell and heaven shenanigans, but death. I want it. The end of my life. I want to be in my suit, in my coffin, in the ground and my soul to be gone. I've been waiting for 16 years, yet no sign of death opening his door no matter how many times I ring his doorbell. Yeah, I enjoy thinking about my end. Especially at moments like this... *** #1 physical #1 cuteguys #1 addiction #2 self-esteem *** Started: 7 November 2022 Finished: 18 April 2024

Life is Liz (LiL, #1) by Katharina_Rose

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Someone New by wambuimuiruriii

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