Supportgroups Stories

Being a teen is a hard task in itself but when you pair that up with mental illnesses, society's harsh exceptations, and the need to discover oneself; you're in for a big ride. When given a chance at fixing their issues, six teens discover that the bad, bad world has more than one trick up its little sleeve when they find that they're not alone after all. Lance struggles with the weight of his father's words that force him to become something he despises most in the world. Keith finds himself trapped in the shadow of his past as he struggles to stay standing while his liver shuts down. Allura can't seem to find the courage to hide the bruises that show up on her skin like a tragic work of art. Shiro smiles to hide the pain that eats away at his mind in his every waking hour, haunted by the monsters of his past and future. Hunk fights the feeling of fear when he steps into the world after a traumatic experience. Katie wonders when the world will understand what it means to truly be yourself. ★★★★★★★ UPDATE SCHEDULE: This story has been discontinued due to personal reasons and reasons that have been listed in a chapter. Sorry for the inconvenience but thank you for taking time out of your day by reading the story :) SPECIAL NOTES: -ADAM IS IN THIS. CHAPTER 49 through THE END OF THIS STORY. "SLOWBURN" MEANS NOTHING WILL BE AUTOMATIC SO DONT BE UPSET HE ISN'T AT THE START. -All art and characters belong to their respective owners. -No hate/harassing in the comments. I do check every comment that shows up in my notifications. -BE mindful of everyone's experiences in the comments while reading and do not invalidate other's experiences. -Enjoy :)

"What day did you kill yourself?" "Friday." "Of course you did! Fridays are for loser. Saturday's are where it's at." "Why does it matter?" "It just does. Don't question it." Or, in which 7 teens commit suicide and come together in ghost support group. Warning: much depression READ THE WARNINGS THIS BOOK IS VERY DEEP no homo just bromos (and a little hetero)

Macy Ashford hasn't had the best family life, losing her mother and siblings and being forced to live with her drunken father, wasn't exactly the most pleasant experience. She's been living this way for her whole life, being treated like a slave by the person who was supposed to give her unconditional love. Nobody at school knows about her life at home, or the reason for her scars. She tells no one about her secrets, until it becomes unbearable. She confides in some trusted people at school, telling them everything. A few weeks after opening up to her new friends, she goes missing. Her friends must travel around the country to try and find their Macy, before its too late.

Before, Daniella was the life of the party. Crazy, fun, outgoing. She went out every Friday and Saturday with friends to every party they could find. She was always popular and well loved by almost everyone at her school. She was adored by her parents and made them proud with her perfect 4.0 throughout high school. She's pretty, she's nice, she's smart. She's perfect. But that was before. Now, almost six months after the accident, Danni's a completely different person. She's shy. Afraid to talk to almost everyone except for her parents and family. Her bubbly and happy personality are diminished. All that is left is just the shell of the girl she used to be. Life will never be the same...but is that necessarily a bad thing? It was a bad thing before she met Ethan. And then, everything was different.

"Okay, let's get one thing straight. I'm not. A surprising beginning? Maybe. Is it cliché? Probably. But, it's a fact and I can't hide from it. I actually stopped hiding from it a few years ago. And then I stopped hiding it from my friends, family members, and other assorted homosapiens two years ago. And, gotta say....my life is still pretty much the same. Now, where am I going with this? What is the purpose of this little story? Well, that my friends...is actually a very good question. Hmm...it's not a coming out story, because that would be boring because I just wrote it down and slid the note to my parents, and just texted the information to my friends. Word caught pretty quickly after that. It's not a "people don't accept me for who I am" story because they were all basically fine with it. My parents told me they already knew about it a long time ago...which is confusing because I didn't even know about it a long time ago. And my friends were all like, "Y'know, this is kinda like how Ilia came out to Blake in RWBY. Speaking of which, do ya wanna come watch the new episode?" and I obviously said yes. But, what exactly is this story? Well, I guess it can be abou- Wait! I am so sorry, friends. I just realized. I haven't introduced myself. Hello, I am Asher Hintter. Though, my friends call me Ash. Anyway, back to what I was saying. What will this story be about? Wait, a brilliant idea has occured to me! (Granted, most of my ideas are brilliant, but that's not the point.) I guess this story could be about how I met Kai."

Maura and Jane have been married twice and have their ups and downs in marriage and out of marriage. Will Maura and others be able to be reasonable in their personal lives and professional lives?

Come along with me in this non-fiction story through teenhood and all the atrocities that are included. I'll typically be writing about anything everything while narrating my life as a teen. You want relatable content? You got it! I hope to create a community where we can listen to each other's experiences and offer advice.

To live, love, or create you always have a motive. Doesn't matter if it's good or bad you always have one.

I'm Tara Fields I'm 16 years old and I have selective mutsim. I guess that's why my mom got me the journal. To write down my thoughts and what I would of said if I could. I mean I could say stuff I just don't feel like it. It's more of me being anxious. It's not like I can't speak, I just...don't. It's hard to explain. Sometimes the words just get stuck in my throat, and other times I feel like if I open my mouth, I'll just embarrass myself. And the anxiety just makes it worse. It's like a vicious cycle. It's not easy living with selective mutism. It's hard to make friends when you can't talk to people. And even the friends I do have don't really get it. They think I'm just being shy or antisocial, but it's so much more than that. Its a silent prison I carry it around with me every where I go.

Kaitlyn Quinn is a 17 year old who has been suffering from constant chronic pain since she was 13 years old. When she got word that local support group was formed for teens and young adults who suffer from chronic pain, Kaitlyn joined. There, she meets the four people who will change her life forever. Follow Kaitlyn on her journey of pain, laughter, betrayal, and love.

sadly, we don't always get what we want ~~~~~~~~

A thirteen year old who just got cancer is struggling with the battle. Hazel Grace Lancaster was just diagnosed with type IV thyroid cancer. Most of you have read The Fault in our Stars but Hazel was seventeen in the book. Here is her perspective as a thirteen year old, the time where she first recieved cancer.

"My name is Lilah Teller and I have no fucking clue as to why I'm here." // Lilah goes to support group. Well, she's forced to go to a support group by her neurotic father. This is due to her brother's death four months prior, only she's just started, after skipping every session. Now that she must has to attend, she is pushed, rather forcibly, into the world of grief, something she never actually dealt with. There, she sees all kinds of grief; some dramatic, some full of veracity, some artificial, and some like Will Steadsman. He was quiet, and his gaze was stern. And he has yet to reveal the reason of his presence in support group. Lilah finds herself drawn to his elusiveness, his unintended charm. And even though she is certain of their unhappy ending, she allows the intoxication that is Will Steadsman into her lungs. Now tell me, if those that are empty inside, are given the the microphone, what would happen? If the dead could speak, what would they say?

//On Hold\\ ~Probably not going to continue this, it's pretty bad and I wrote it when I was in 7th grade. Please spare yourselves and don't read past this point~ -One night changes Isabella's life forever. Leaving her broken, and left to pick up the pieces of her shattered heart. -One accident has her flying across the country with her little brother to live with their uncle. -One boy will try to mend her breaking heart. Isabella has never been the same since the accident, she has scars and nightmares that help remind her that things will never be the same. So, putting up walls was her best solution. David hasn't had the best childhood. But still though it all, he has remained the selfless Prince Charming every girl could wish for. When they meet, David can't help but wonder how she had gotten this way so, he promises to himself that he will break her walls- no matter the cost. But will she break before he even gets the chance to swing? And does David need some walls broken too? Join Isabella and David on a journey of trust, heart break and love.

Super Heros squash your plans to take over the world? Are the henchpeople not working out? Did your secret layer get destroyed.... again? Look no further and bring your bad selves to Villians Anonymous, a support group for the wicked deviants of the world. We meet every Wednesday from 6-8. Please leave your worries and weapons at the door.

"once you enter the group, you cant get out."

Very edited version on Ao3 under the same title :)

If you ask them, they'll tell you they're doing great. They're doing things they're passionate about, they're hitting milestones, they're self-declared gods in their own universe. It's dandy, really is. This isn't going to be fluffy, this is three grown men with stories to tell.

just a few suicidal kids making the best of what's left of their lives [pure fiction] [incomplete] ON TEMPORARY HIATUS

Don't ever feel alone. If you are struggling with anxiety, this book is a safe space for you. I made it to be a community where readers with anxiety can come together and support each other. This is a place where you are understood.