Romans & histoires Book On Suffering

Because if I, who didn't have so many problems to call traumas, already had considerable difficulties dealing with people and my own sleep, I could imagine what kind of things were going on in his head every day, even awake. "I know he's about to die," she said coldly. "I gave him your book because you told us in your outbreak that they contained dark arts that were strong enough to summon creatures. So I punished you for this lie, for thinking I was wanting to cause fear in the other girls, but when I was alone with the object, I really felt a presence. I gave him the book because I had the hope that he would invoke something strong enough to take him to hell. But I regretted my decision, a

Pain is invisible, subjective and open to dispute unless it is one's own pain. Aches are worse, always taken to be less than they are and hardly ever thought of without the possibility of the sufferer magnifying their woes. Sometimes I think the reaction a person has to another's pain tells more about that person than they'd like. Maybe it's just that they were never listened to as a kid, but no matter the cause they lean toward disbelief rather than empathy If you haven't prayed your Salah please pray this book can wait but your salah can't

I saw it, clearly enough that it’s not use in pretending anymore. “What’s that?” I had to ask, he’ll doubt it, so I had to. I don’t wanna know, and I'm sure he’ll throw a well-framed lie on my face and I want that. Because the truth will hurt, like it is hurting him, like he is ruining himself because of something that is not even alive. But the dead is gone, the alive is suffering. And that’s what is happening here. Suffering, the pain, the torment, it’s all stored in those crumbled papers that have fallen into the bin, like they mean nothing.

Stan’s expression light up the moment I mention my book. "Wait, you were the writer of ’Live your life?’ That book was a philosophical breakthrough; it was able to speak the truth about the flaws of our society. It was a real eye-opener. I am a big fan," His confession makes me gleam. I didn't even know that he's a reader of my books. "Why, thank you. People always got angry at me because of how ’contradicting’ it was because I am a Christian," I explain.

"I never actually let you die all these years." I looked down at my crippled leg, then at my right hand, which still trembled whenever I tried to hold anything. I smiled bitterly. Not letting me die? Losing my dream hurt far more than death ever could. I raised my hand, ready to strike her. The Shared-Sense System chimed again. [Old unresolved injuries detected in the host. If the host suffers another severe injury and reaches a near-death state, all accumulated old injuries will be transferred to bound targets. Do you accept this option?]

Why did her suffering feel so heavy? Why did it feel as though he was slowly uncovering in Sandra the very same sorrow he had only encountered before within the pages of Jessica’s books?

I was stabbed so many times that I lost count. Right before I blacked out, I heard my sister-in-law, Maeve Cohen, laugh manically at me. "Honestly, I'm not any worse than you in looks or education. Why did you get to marry the handsome, rich brother? He's long gone, and after you’re dead, all you have will be mine!" I died unwillingly under her triumphant laughter. Maybe fate took pity on how unfair everything was. I was given one more chance.

Inside this book, you’ll find: * Physical abuse and torture (ouch, yeah…it gets brutal 😬) * Sexual assault (a very serious theme) * Psychological manipulation and emotional trauma (gaslighting? yep. heartbreak? double yep.) * Slavery, captivity, and unfair power games (the strong don’t play nice here) * Non-consensual punishments (basically: no safe words in this world 😶) * Themes of dehumanisation and the slow, painful, messy path to healing (but healing is part of it) Now, let me be clear: this story is NOT for everyone. If any of that makes you uncomfortable, please, please put yourself first. Take breaks. Skip scenes. Step away if you need to. You matter more than the plot. Your peace

The cruel twist? That was home. If I could even call it that. It was a joke, really. Not one I laughed at, but the kind that sits heavy in your chest. My fate? Written by God himself. Edited by suffering. Published by pain. And I’m just living it. Page by page.

I tried to get out on his arms but he hug me so tight, I tried to push him but I do not have any strength to do so. When I'm finally calm he loose his grip on me, I just look at him and smiled, those smile is a remembrance of the pain I'm having to today, at this time. I try to walk out in his room without anything in my hand, I might looked like a mess but I don't care anymore. The pain I'm having with is so much to handle, this feeling that I do not want to feel again. I saw a lot of people looking at me, I even saw Aunt Lorreta running towards me but I choose to ignore it, I don't want any of them come near at my life again.