Novels About Self-harm Novels & Stories

Azrael asked. “I haven’t gone far into the book but it’s a story based on an actual schizophrenic patient the writer knew; it was meant to educate the public about various mental disorders in the mental asylum they call hell. I thought it would be fun reading a genre I’m not too familiar with.” I explained as I touched the front of the book. “I can recommend something if you get hitched. Utopia by Kelvin McLean. It’s about a nymphomaniac struggling to overcome his issue so that he can be in a happy relationship with the woman he’s been in love with for seven years.” Azrael recommended.

he cut me off, "I know about the self-harm." I froze. "I know you've been cutting yourself. Burning yourself. Hurting your own body whenever your mind convinces you you've failed." My throat tightened. "And I'm not talking about Dyslexia and Disgraphia I know your doctors diagnosed you with Major Depressive Disorder. I know they prescribed antidepressants, and I know you rarely take them because once you feel a little better, you convince yourself you don't need them anymore." I couldn't look at him, shame filled me.

“She was already sick when I got there. She didn’t tell me and took care of me like I was her own son. She died three years later. I was fifteen.” He looked at me then. “After that… I didn’t have anyone.” My heart cracked clean in two. “And the tattoos?” I asked gently. He glanced down at the ink covering his ribs. His chest. His arms. “They are my self-harm,” he said, voice flat. “Instead of cutting, I let the ink sting. Let the needle prick me again and again. I wanted to feel pain. I wanted to feel alive, Kieran. So, I turned every scar into art.”

CONTENT WARNINGS: This chapter contains graphic depictions of sexual violence, non-consensual acts, trauma, panic attacks, drug use, coercion, and self-harm ideation. It may be distressing or triggering for some readers. CONRAD After I slipped the bottle back into my pocket and walked away from her door. My hands wouldn't stop shaking. I had told myself it was necessary. It was not my fault. I was possessed. These demons… These monsters had taken root in my mind and were preying on everything. I was not even sure who was in control anymore.

She probably had never truly met a psycho. She has no idea how many girls in this world could not even endure a little hardship at all. Once they met a little trouble, they would directly give up on themselves. There were also girls who would do extremely harmful things to themselves for the sake of a few makeup products, and bags, and to be able to appear glamorous in front of others. Those kinds of girls were far more self-degrading compared to Eevonne.

Just a friendly reminder, Babes. This novel is a work of fiction. All names, characters, locations, and incidents are a product of the author’s imagination, or have been used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual people living or dead, locales, or events is entirely coincidental. We’re closing in on the shaky part of this book. Like what I’ve mentioned in the beginning, some scenes ahead might not be suitable for everyone. This book will tackle sensitive topics such as rape and self harm. And if you decide to go further, I would ask for your kind understanding.

TRIGGER WARNING: This chapter contains some scenes of self-harm, which some people may find distressing. DEVYN’S POV I could barely sleep that night Gina poured out her heart to me. Standing in the bathroom, my hands leaning against the washbasin, I stared at my reflection in the mirror, feeling a deep hatred and disgust for what I saw. The old Devyn wouldn’t have given a fuck, but the new Devyn I was gradually becoming could barely take it. Gina’s words had impaled through my heart like a spear had been thrown through it. A burning pain overwhelmed me from within.

Over cups of coffee and plates of decadent pastries, they unraveled the self-deprecating jokes that shielded their hearts. In their shared vulnerability, they found solace, understanding, and an unexpected bond that transcended their self-doubt. Through late-night conversations and quirky escapades, Lily and Emily learned to navigate the complexities of their insecurities together, slowly unraveling the layers of self-hate and replacing them with self-acceptance.

*Dear Nova,* *By the time you receive this, I'll be a free man. I want you to know that I don't blame you for anything. You did what you had to do to survive me, and I'm grateful you were strong enough to do it.* *I've spent thirteen years working on myself. Understanding the sickness that made me hurt you. Learning to be someone different. Someone better.* *I don't expect forgiveness. I don't deserve it. But I hope you can find peace knowing that the man who hurt you is gone. I killed him myself, one therapy session at a time.*

So this book might come out really dark for you guys. The female lead isn't dumb, she knows what she wants and even if she knows that her heart wasn't ready to accept what she decided, if her mind is cooperative, she will be willing to follow that way. She thinks from her mind, more than emotions and heart after all she's an animal too. There will be violence, mentions of self harm, so be aware and read it on your own risk. Next will be updated soon. Keep on liking and commenting. Till the next adios