Dearest Self Novels & Stories

his words echoed in my mind, instilling fortitude in my heart. "Mom said, 'My dear Charlotte, self-care is not selfish. Taking care of yourself is a necessity, not a luxury. Remember to be gentle with yourself and prioritize your well-being above all else,'" her gentle voice whispered, a reminder of the importance of self-compassion. "Grandpa said, 'My dear granddaughter, life is full of challenges, but it is how we respond to them that defines us. Embrace your inner resilience and remember that you are capable of weathering any storm that comes your way,'" his words of wisdom resonated, carrying his years of experience and wisdom.

“I want you to stop hurting yourself, especially before you know the result. If you don’t love yourself, then nobody else in the world will see a reason to love you.” Deirdre and Sam left for the mansion. Behind them, the hubbub of laughter and cheer rang on, radiating ignorance.

And to some point, she is self-obsessed but for her self-obsession in self-love times 10. She chuckled, but it sounded anything but fun or happy "The best cure for self-doubt is love. Obsession. Self-love and Self-Obsession!" She stopped doing it right before university. She realised there was so much in her no one could find anywhere else. There is only one her. Will always be like that. Forever and ever. She went through something as a child that no child should go through but she did, and there are people who went through worse or the same as her but she needs to help herself if she wants to help others.

Emma turned her face away and pretended to be indifferent as she replied. "You did it yourself?" Archie looked doubtful. "Why are you so careless?" Emma really could not tell whether Archie cared about her or not. She could only laugh coldly and said, "I don't have eyes when I walk, okay?" "When you go out in the future, bring your brain. Your face not only represents you, but also my face. If you dare hurt yourself again, try it." After Archie coldly and angrily condemned her for not loving herself, his thin lips fiercely kissed her dishonest little mouth.

'Letter to self' I picked up the envelope and opened it carefully unable to recall when I wrote this. __________ Dear Adrian If you're reading this its probably a while since you last cut yourself or struggled with depression. You're probably reading this because you're a lost soul and don't know what's next, kinda like when you wrote this. You wrote this not to make your future self smile a little but to remind yourself that you're tough, you are a savage and anyone who messes with you will never win. The pain of the past may come back once in a while but you gotta remember why you left it behind.

She wasn't tearing up anymore she was sobbing hard in front of me and I too broke into an ugly sob but I had to finish what my heart was saying " You are my home, you are my safe place and please let me yours. I've never been desperate in my life but I'm desperate to have you as my real wife, not a wife by paper and it's your love that I crave. Every moment, every hour, every day let me love you like the days you had my heart " She too knelt on her knees with her teary eyes and my eyes bawled out when she gripped my hand and nodded yes, I hugged her as if the world was ending.

I hesitantly speak as I do not wish to hurt his heart by my words. "It is fine... I told you we are taking things slow. Let me ask you, do you know what's the greatest love of all?" Leonel sits beside me in the pew as I move to give him enough space. I smile because I know the answer to his question. I put my head in his shoulder as I answer, "Learning to love yourself is the greatest love of all." He nods and touches my head on his shoulder gently. "You are right...Just like Whitney Houston's song trying to remind us. Love yourself, okay?" Then, he put his chin softly at the top of my head, which makes me snicker because he mentions one of the Whitney Houston songs. We savor the moment of s

…Mirabelle POV… “Dear Damien, Two feelings come to mind as I think of you and the great fact that I will one day find myself in Hell. The place that is created for a great monster that can take hold of your heart and twist it in directions that the mind will be tormented at. This, my dear friend, is none other than fear. A good man once said, expose yourself to your deepest fear; after that, fear has no power, the fear shrinks, and vanishes and you are free. There are two basic motivating forces: fear and love. When we are afraid, we pull back from life. When we are in love, we open to all that life has to offer with passion, excitement, and acceptance. We need to learn to love ourselves fir

Her voice cracked but never broke as she read aloud a letter to her younger self: Dear Me, I’m sorry they made you feel like your body was something shameful. I’m sorry you believed silence was your only shield. But look at you now. You’re still here. You’re learning to speak. And one day, you’ll be loved loudly. But for now… love yourself enough to keep going. Sophia blinked against the tears. Not just because Ralia had spoken. But because she had led. Later that night, in the solitude of her journal, Sophia wrote:

Dearest M I am sorry I have to leave like this. I really wish I could stay longer because staying with you could never be enough but also watching how you have blossomed and how confident you have become is a marvel to be hold and I would never want to be in your way or be the one that takes away something that you obviously love away from you, and i feel my presence here will do just that! Besides what do I have to offer you? I am no longer the man you knew, my body is broken and I can't even offer you any material comfort...I love you and I will always love you and Maybe this is the best way to love you .....from a far. Keep shining babe and if you ever need me i am a phone call away.