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Weekly Winge

Oh the Deli, it all looks good, starving I am Scotch eggs perfect in the car on the way home, just shove your way through that woman gave me a dirty look, felt like giving her a piece of my mind

Dreams of Hope

I feel as though I have no life. I am barely able to function at the moment. My weight has ballooned which has added to my depression and my thoughts, and self image are not brilliant right now. I have been told that my medication is too high and this is what is adding to my anxiety, sluggishness and my ability to sleep upwards of fourteen hours a day. Who is the person who wrote this? How long ago was this? A year ago, a month perhaps?

Family Values

you swallowed the bitter pills to escape this mess which was none of your doing but alas death did not come so swiftly once more you reached out for comfort and once more I took you in my arms I loved you so

The Meeting

Full of fear, trepidation spoke the truth, no more lies pretending, took a risk, to say how I was.

First Admission

She continues to sob and rock with pain. she has been left alone, what has she done to deserve this? They bring out the drug trolley, her name is called. she walks unwillingly across, whispering that God will heal her. She refuses the treatment.

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