Discovering Yourself Books Novels & Stories

she whimper after a while staring at his face with Jane taking a deep breath and exhaling trying to hold back her tears avoiding his gaze. You just don't know Jane... what I'm going through... I don't even believe in myself, don't know who I am. Actually, One of the best times to find out about myself is to look at my heart and what do you really want in life? Right after deciding, I don't remember everything, but I tried... Losing the one you love is one thing. Losing yourself? is another. It's a bigger loss. I don't want that to happen again, after I found my heart choose today ... When you fought yourself for me to find the real me... I just wanted to be someone, to mean something to ever

Quite frankly, she was pissing herself off. The situation she was in was unique and she had no one to talk to about any of it. There weren't any books about how to react when the woman you're falling for comes out as a werewolf, tells you you're her mate, and asks to bite you. Well, Kate hadn't asked, but it was implied. She sure as hell couldn't drag Lydia and Casey into this mess. She couldn't even if she wanted to. The last thing she wanted to do was betIsaacKate's trust by spilling her secrets.

“Being true to yourself despite the pressure.” I stared at him, struck by the simplicity of his words. “That’s…surprisingly insightful for a bar conversation.” “I contain multitudes,” he joked, finishing his drink. “So what’s your story? Beyond escaping bad marriages and disappointing fathers?” “I’m rediscovering who I am,” I admitted. “Five years ago, I fled a horrible situation with nothing but the clothes on my back. What about you? Got any life-altering secrets to share with a stranger in a bar?”

And what would I discover about myself? As I opened the book, a yellowed page crackled with age. The writing was old and faded, but I could make out the words. And what I read changed everything. "Ryker, you're not who you think you are," the journal read. "You're not just a servant or a warrior. You're something more. Something ancient." I felt my world spinning around me, my mind reeling with questions. What did it mean? And what secrets lay hidden in my past?

She asked me. “Umm…to find myself, I guess.” I smiled to no one in particular as I stared off into space. “Uhh…yeah…okay, whatever that means,” Shaylee chuckled as she took a bite of a slice of pie we were sharing. “Like, a place to explore, a place to discover who you truly are inside and outside! It’s a place to discover who you are meant to be for the rest of your life!” I explained with so much passion in my voice, I think she was inspired herself.

Something deep and old that I hadn't discovered yet, but was slowly awakening as the days went by. The dream I had about my grandma. Lucy’s subtle and mysterious words and behavior. And also the strange energy fluctuations I sometimes felt inside me. All the unexplainable things that had been happening to me lately, I knew something was off. And just maybe my grandma, Lucy, and Linda were right. I’m not just a weak, wolfless, plus-size girl—there is more to me that I haven’t discovered yet. And that I need to explore. My destiny—I need to find it.

All of those things were in the book and they mattered and they had shaped everything — but they were not the ending. The ending was her. The woman who had started the year as a guest in her own life and was ending it as its primary inhabitant. The woman who had been disappearing in increments so gradual she had not noticed the disappearing until it was almost complete and had then, in the fire of the worst discovery of her life, remembered herself. Found herself. Decided — not once dramatically but repeatedly, daily, in the ordinary unglamorous practice of being honest about what she felt and what she needed and what she would and would not accept — to remain herself.

It wasn't an ending. This was never a story about conflict. It wasn't about the screaming matches or the power plays or the way he used to look right through me. It was a story about becoming. About the slow, agonizing process of dismantling the woman I was taught to be so I could find the woman I actually was. I walked back into the bedroom and picked up the leather-bound notebook from the nightstand. I flipped to the last entry I’d written. *I was the woman who made herself invisible and the woman who built herself back and the woman who chose again, with full information, and was not afraid. I am all three.*

The stillness of the afternoon led me into a quiet bookstore with absence. I wasn’t seeking anything special only roaming. My feet seemed to hunt some truth my mind did not yet realize. I drifted in between some aisles until I found myself in the parenting and in the self-help section, and I stared at all of the shelves like they held answers to some questions I had not learned just how to ask.

That is the action you take when you want to discover your true identity. You face things. You learn. You grow. And sometimes, if you're lucky, you find people who will stand beside you while you do.