Caring For Myself Is Not Self Indulgence Novels & Stories

I say, getting up, wanting to be out of here as soon as possible. "You should also do something nice for yourself this week, a self care day, your good deed of the week could be to yourself, be a little kinder to yourself, Aurora." She says, and I nod, feeing all over the place. __ Be a little kind to yourself, Celia had said, I don't know if getting Ice creams, and harmburgers would be on her list of self care day, but here I am, stuffing my face full of vanilla icecream, and eating harmbugers.

I close my eyes as I feel my wounds irritated. “You must take care of yourself. A woman's body is very sacred.” Eh? Maybe he's disappointed knowing that I prioritized the horse before myself. The most basic stuff someone needs to know is to take care of yourself first, it's not an act of selfishness. How could you help others if you injure too? Haist. Athena, he has a point.

The emotional self-erasure. The familiar instinct to choose everyone else first appeared again. But this time— the pattern paused. Breathed slowly. And whispered internally— “What if choosing myself is not abandonment?” Pain moved softly through the network. Not selfishness. Balance. My chest tightened sharply. “That’s why self-care feels emotionally unfamiliar for many people.” “Yes.” “Because they were taught their needs mattered only after everyone else was satisfied first.” Exactly. And perhaps many souls remain emotionally exhausted because they keep treating themselves like someone they must always sacrifice before deserving peace.

I answer her in a casual tone, though I can't stop myself from worrying about him. I wonder if he's okay, if he's managing whatever is troubling him. "Everything will be fine, Zoe." Selena wraps her arm around my shoulder, giving me a side hug. "I know, but I feel like I'm being selfish by focusing on myself when he needs me. He always comes for me whenever I need him." I share my thoughts with her, fidgeting with the chain of my pendant. She gives me a sympathetic look. "I get it. But focusing on yourself doesn't mean you don't care about him, Zoe. It just means you're giving him the space he needs and taking care of your own well-being as well."

If you give to everyone else but not to yourself, you end up with nothing to give. “Thank you, Dr. Yvonne,” I deeply expressed. “Are you a hugger, Amelie?” Dr. Yvonne asked. “Absolutely,” I smiled. “How did you know I wanted to give you one?” “I can tell fellow huggers,” she laughed. We hugged like we were old friends. “Thank you for choosing you. “ Self-care is healthcare,” Dr. Yvonne advised. “I will see you tomorrow, Dr. Yvonne,” I said and left with a big smile on my face.

“You’ve been running on nothing for days. When was the last time you actually rested?” “I’ll rest when Alaric is home.” “That’s two months away.” “Then I’ll rest in two months.” I looked back out at the empty fields. “Erica, I know you’re worried. But I don’t have room for self-care right now.” “Self-care isn’t a luxury. It’s maintenance.” She shifted closer. “I’m worried about you. Everyone is. You keep pushing like this, and when you finally break, it’s going to be bad.”

I loved how I looked. Just as I turned to leave, there was a knock at the door. I knew I needed a closet with “Luna things,” but deep down I also knew that if I dressed like a Luna, it would make me a target. It could make it easier to be kidnapped again. It could make it harder to live a simple life, to be able to do ordinary things like walking around without drawing attention — without bothering anyone and without being bothered myself. Working as a service representative for calls had taught me the importance of every call ending, the importance of self-time between calls was inportant. Even those with the highest expectations and the heaviest responsibilities deserve time for themselves

“See, you haven’t eaten yet. Are you trying to ruin your body? If you’re worried about us, I can say that we’re just fine. Your men watch over us, twenty-four-seven. And we don’t even go out from the mansion.” Even if she still has unfixed issues with the man, she doesn’t want him to abuse himself. What about his promise, then? What will happen to it if he will not watch his health? Sometimes you still need to love yourself as much as you love others. Because once your body gives up, you can no longer stay longer with your loved ones, and you can no longer do whatever you want to do. “Be thankful that we haven’t started dinner yet. Eat with us, then.”

"The way he dressed does not really matter. That man is passing through a lot right now and the least I can do is to be kind to him and help him in the little way I can." "Here we go again, madam caring. You're too caring and doting. Don't get me wrong, I'm not saying it's not good but too much of everything is bad. People will only take advantage of it because they know you're caring and you won't get mad at them." "Too caring? How? I just want to help people in the little way I can." "I know, but you have to be extra careful. People use to take advantage of things like this."

She was going to make sure that my brother doesn't go wild. It had been too long since I had taken care of myself I was even doubting that I would ever go out without thinking of Asante or without thinking about my husband. I had even forgotten how it felt like to bath and dress up just to be on a date with yourself or just to go out with ladies. Or just go out by myself I wanted to rekindle that lost love I wanted to love myself. I want to go out there and make sure that I lived I live for myself and not for anyone else.