Sara Caramella
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29. Crisis Counselor. Domestic Violence Survivor. College Student. Pet & Plant Parent.
I believe in sharing my story so others know they are never alone.
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XV . Content Warning.
TW: Murder "Knock, knock, knock" is all she heard. Shiloh was sitting in her living room, watching a scary movie around 8pm when she heard the knocking. Shiloh was only 16 but knew better than to answer the door when her parents weren't home. She only had on a small lamp in the whole house so she immediately paused the TV and shut out the light. "I know you're in there" an eery voice whispered. Shiloh shuddered. This didn't seem right. It was the Eve of Halloween so she assumed it was probably just a neighborhood kid pulling a prank. She still didn't dare answer the door. She did grab her phone, turn it on silent and texted her mom "someone is at the door. Can you look at camera?" Moments later her mom texted "I don't see anyone. Maybe you're hearing things? Watching scary movies again?" Her mother would soon regret not trusting her only daughter.
By Sara Caramella4 months ago in Criminal
Safe Love
I have fallen in love many times in my life. I have loved friends, partners (or so I thought anyways), pets, places.. so much. I am a lover by default. But that got hardened over time and I started protecting myself a lot more. Valentine's Day 2023, I had no intentions other than getting drunk by myself and going home. Instead, I met someone. We laughed and joked from across the bar all night. We made jokes and just laughed and laughed. Then we traded phone numbers. He will still deny it to this day but he gave me the wrong number. So I naturally went home and cried to my dad that nobody likes me and it's hard to make friends. I did meet someone else that night, too. She is now one of my closest friends whom I also love very much. But after that night, I was sure a good one got away.
By Sara Caramella7 months ago in Humans
It's Been A Bit
I have been trying to write for months now. I haven't had the creative juices flowing. It's frustrating because writing is my number one passion. I have been told I am creative and a good writer. The Imposter Syndrome is real with writing for me. I always feel like no one will like my writing. But I don't want to write for everyone else anymore. I want to write for myself. If you want to read it, that's great. So I am going to write more. With school coming up and life being hectic, I am going to aim to write once a week. I would eventually like to get a second job writing. But to do that, I need to build up my portfolio. I am going to pick a new topic to write about each week and be transparent if I can't write in a week. Right now, school is the most important thing for me. I desperately need to get out of mental health. It's just been .. a lot. While I will be working in mental health in the future, I think I need the break right now. Have you looked at the job market recently? It's... sad. I have worked at my job for 4 years (in July) and I qualify for NOTHING. So back to school I go.
By Sara Caramella7 months ago in Confessions
Getting Older
Getting older is such a tricky thing. On one hand, it’s cool because you gain so much insight, knowledge and power. You learn from your mistakes (hopefully) and you grow and become who you are meant to be. On another hand, your health problems become clear, your mental problems become clear and you can’t push aside toxic behaviors anymore. Getting older is both a blessing and a curse.
By Sara Caramellaabout a year ago in Humans
Be Careful Around Your Friends . Content Warning.
It was love at first sight. When Chris looked at that boat, he knew he had to have it. It was a 2010 basic fishing boat but it was a symbol of years of hard work and the relaxation that he could enjoy. Chris loved fishing. He loved being out on the open water, feeling the wind in his hair, the sun on his skin and the light specks of water grazing his cheeks. Fishing was his life. Until he had to face the new set of challenges that came with getting this beautiful piece of metal in his life.
By Sara Caramellaabout a year ago in Fiction
Telling Myself I’m Not Falling for Her
It’s the second year of college. I’m young, questioning everything and have no idea I am gay. And then I saw her. Tall, blonde, curvy, tattoos, piercings.. she was the definition of perfection. I knew a couple things in that moment.. 1) yep, I am gay 2) I knew she was going to be an important part of my story. Now, I just needed to find a way to talk to this goddess.
By Sara Caramella3 years ago in Fiction
Crime Stoppers
Tw: Murder The daring young pup knew he could save the day.. he needed help from his much older and crankier Corpal and that was going to be the hardest part of this task. What did this young pup need to do? Oh, just save the city. That’s all. But we are getting ahead of ourself. The daring young pup is Drake, he is strong, smart and of course, daring. The older Coropal is Ruge. He is cranky but was one hell of a cop, is super smart and really does care about his friends.. he just has a weird way of showing it. Drake knew he needed Ruge to help him save their city. The only problem? They were talking dogs in an underground department because the city was full of humans that didn’t know doggos could talk. It was going to be an interesting time.
By Sara Caramella3 years ago in Fiction
Falling for Her
She grabbed my wrist and pulled me behind the door. She closed the door and pulled my shirt up at the same time. I wasn’t sure if I was dreaming or if my crush was really doing this to me. I tried to think of ways to figure out which it was .. then it hit me.. just shut up, this is happening! I was really making out with my crush. I tangled my hands in her soft, blonde hair and kissed her deeper. I felt her hands sliding down my back. My breathing got heavier and I knew what was about to happen.
By Sara Caramella3 years ago in Fiction
Mental Health; It is more than Depression
This is a hard one to write. But it feels important. Hi, my name is Sara and I have hallucinations. We (meaning my psychiatrist, therapist and I) have an inkling of what causes it but nothing diganosed. I was ashamed to admit I had these up until this last year. I finally admitted it and got on medication that has helped them almost disappear. So let’s get into it.
By Sara Caramella3 years ago in Psyche
