Findingmyself Stories

In my first memoir, I shared the story of how love slowly turned into fear. What began as a relationship filled with hope eventually became a cycle of control, manipulation, and abuse that trapped me for years. Behind closed doors, the man I once trusted slowly stripped away my freedom, isolating me from the people who loved me and convincing me that escape was impossible. I lived each day walking on eggshells, never knowing when anger would turn into violence. Through it all, my greatest strength came from my children. They were the reason I endured, the reason I kept fighting to survive even when the darkness felt overwhelming. Eventually, the truth could no longer stay hidden. With the support of my family and the courage I had buried deep inside, I made the decision that would change everything. I left. But leaving was only the first step. What came next was something I hadn't yet learned how to do. Heal.

ALONE is a raw reflection on pain, isolation, and the silent battles fought within the heart. It tells the story of someone searching for peace, strength, and God while feeling abandoned by the world.

Each night, I got to hear a different story from my dad. He told me about the time he saw a UFO or when Santa Claus broke into his bedroom to give him a candy cane. I became the audience of a mastery storyteller, enthralled with the unusual and interesting characters from another lifetime. These were incredible, audacious tales of bravery and adventure. And I was immediately captivated. Every night, I would go to bed amazed. And every night, my dad would tell me the same thing: Some day, you'll have stories of your own to tell. But I never believed him. There was just no way I'd ever have stories like my dad's - I was certain of it. They were just too incredible. And for the longest time, I was right.

She thought she was lucky. He cared too much He worried too much He loved too much At least, that's what she told herself. what started as sweet concern slowly turned into rules. what sounded like protection become permission. who she met, what she wore, where she went everything passed thrugh him. He never shouted He never raised his hand He just said,"I'm doing this because I Love you." And she belived Him. until one day she realized. She wasn't scared of losing him. She was scared of upsetting him. This is a story about Love that slowly become control, abot agirl who forgot her own voice,and about the courage it takes to choose freedom over fear.

She was the girl who never raised her hand, who sat by the window and watched the world pass like seasons. With her head full of cloudy dreams and heart wrapped in soft silence, no one noticed when she started growing - not taller, but inward. From school bells to bus rides, from diary pages to job desks, she carried her questions quietly, hoping life would answer them without asking aloud. This is the gentle unfolding of a shy, dreamy girl - not in noise or spotlight, but in moonlight and moments only she remembers. A story of soft transformations, unspoken courage, and the quiet kind of strength that blooms... when no one's watching. "Not every girl stands in the spotlight - some bloom in the quiet corners no one notices."

Hey I'm not being dramatic, well maybe a little bit. But I'm not completely dramatic I just wanted to take a leap because the water was high already so why take more baby steps? I know it would only lead to nothing. I've been through a lot this year and well my whole life so am I wrong to want change? I mean Change is good. And sometimes Change can be bad.

Just musings about little things in life..... Warning: Irregular updates

Hi. My name is Emily and I have no clue who I am. I don't know what I want to be in life, I have no clue who I am as a person, I have no clue why I am writing this book and most of all I don't know my purpose in life. I know it is normal to not know who you are yet especially because I am only in 8th grade but most people have an idea of what they want in life and can picture themselves somewhere in this world we live in. In fact, every one of my teachers is telling kids they should know what they want in life by the end of the week. They are basically giving us a deadline of having our lives planned out.

Amna abdi isn't just your average 20 year old. she's lived her whole life an orphan with no family to lean on she moves too London to find out who she was destined to be and to find hope that one day she'll become someone important. she's sure to face up's and down's she may be bent but she's determined to never be broken.

i found myself buried beneath the rubble of a broke society.

these chapters are just a culmination of some feeelings which will never be expressed but should have been because they say more than some people ever will ;

She thinks she's got it all figured out. But she finds out stuff about her self that she never imagined could be true. She realizes she's more complex than she originally thought. She goes through adventures in her life that make her want to give up, but she doesn't. This is Erikah Cummings in, Finding Myself.

The kind of poetry that you read and then read again, because you find too much of yourself lost in it.

𝓣𝓱𝓲𝓼 𝔀𝓲𝓵𝓵 𝓫𝓮 𝓶𝔂 𝓭𝓲𝓪𝓻𝔂. 𝓘'𝓶 𝓷𝓸𝓽 𝓪𝓼𝓴𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓯𝓸𝓻 𝓹𝓮𝓸𝓹𝓵𝓮 𝓽𝓸 𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓭 𝓽𝓱𝓲𝓼. 𝓘𝓽'𝓼 𝓳𝓾𝓼𝓽 𝓯𝓸𝓻 𝓶𝔂𝓼𝓮𝓵𝓯.

Everybody dreamed of finding their way in life, they dreamed of being beautiful and they dreamed having the best attire and makeup, but for Annabelle, it was different , the only thing she dreamed of finding is herself

"I saw no reason to lie. As far as I was concerned life was pretty good." - Shane Koyczan Good. Not perfect. But good is good enough for me. I don't need, want, or even like perfection. It's boring. "Why do you do that to your shirts?" And of course my good just has to be ruined. I really can't catch a break can I?

Silverada isn't your average teenage girl, she's into wrestling, and tattoos, always finding herself into trouble and fights. She had a bad past, with many thoughts about suicide when she was younger but no one knows it. She moves out with her brother Santiago to only move back 2 years later on their senior year. With all her bullies being her neighbors and best friends with her brother. What would she do? Wondering what they are going to bully her for this time. First, moving back then childhood bullies next door and senior year what shall she do? She has one year to get settled and if she doesn't, she has the chance to move back to her last town.

A story about myelf trapped in the phantom of my emotions.