Don't Lose Yourself Novels & Stories

Completely unbothered. I wish I could be like that. “You’re scared,” Ethan says. I nod. “Yes.” “Of what?” “Of losing myself again,” I say quietly. “Of building something with you and waking up one day and realizing I’ve adjusted so much I don’t recognize myself anymore.” He doesn’t interrupt. He just listens. And that makes it worse. “I don’t want to disappear inside this,” I add. “You won’t.” “You don’t know that.” “No,” he admits. “I don’t.”

“I just keep making mistakes because I am one. I keep taking things for granted and then I get them back telling myself, I won't do it again and I do- Because I don’t learn. She was right- She was absolutely right… Just a bag of bones with a worthless soul.” Don’t give up on yourself! “That’s not true, Kay! You’re loved by so many people! Open your eyes and see beyond those dark feelings that cloud your judgment.” He stopped at the look on her wispy face. She’s giving up on everything. “You can’t save me this time.” She replied with a sad smile. “Take care of Alex and don’t come back.” She waved her hand and in the blink of an eye they were back at the camp. Oh no. No, no, no, no, no, no! I

, I mumbled. "So, just do it. Take action without any fear. And you haven't lost yourself. You're just tired. Your voice says it all. You're still full of life and strength but you're scared of doing anything. You're being lazy to take big steps because you think the consequences won't be good enough. And if you want time, you can take that too. Let yourself stay in a shell for a while. Sometimes, it's better to lose yourself and know who you actually are and make yourself the better version. I kept listening to him. Though those were mere words that had no direct connection with my current state they worked like magic to me. For a moment, I felt like he was repeating dad's words and I'm lis

“And others will try.” I rolled onto my side. “I’m not afraid of them.” He smiled faintly. “You should be.” “I’m afraid of losing myself,” I said. “Of becoming smaller.” “You won’t,” he said firmly. “Not on my watch.”

My body is humming. "Then why don't you? Why are you holding back? Why are you stopping yourself?" "Because I don't want to rush this. I don't want to ruin it. I don't want to mess it up. I don't want to lose this. I don't want to lose you. I don't want to lose us. I don't want to lose everything we've built. I don't want to lose everything we've become." "Rush what? What are you afraid of? What's holding you back?"

“Not the betrayal. Not the humiliation. Not the disrespect.” Maya’s lips trembled. “Then why does it still feel like I lost something?” she whispered. Zara’s expression shifted. Not soft. Strong. “Because you gave something real,” she said. “And real things don’t disappear overnight.” Zara wiped Maya’s tears carefully. “But listen to me,” she continued. “You didn’t lose yourself. You just forgot who you were for a moment.” Maya stared at her. “And now?” Zara asked. A pause. Then

Remember that. You remember the old saying, "life isn't about finding yourself, it's about creating yourself." I don't know if you're still anxious in trying to know where you were before you came to this world. I have tried those things and I nearly lost myself in the process. It was a sign I should stop the search. But I can't force you. If my experiences can't have an impact on you, yours would have a greater impact. It's okay to mess up, you should give yourself a break. But the truth is, you will never find yourself until you face the truth. I don't know why life treats us like this but then, funny enough, it just disappoints everyone. Not just you. Even being born with a silver spoon s

“What?” “Promise me you won’t lose yourself in this,” he said, his voice low. “Promise me that no matter what happens, you’ll come back to me. Don’t let the cost be more than you can handle. You’re not just fighting for the child. You’re fighting for yourself, too.” His words hit me like a wave, crashing over me with an intensity that left me breathless. He was right. I had been so focused on saving the child that I had forgotten the most important part of all. I couldn’t lose myself. I couldn’t let this darkness swallow me whole.

"Christopher, don't be upset. Ms. Coleman only wants to take me along because she feels bad that I'm always alone for the holidays. If you're against it, then don't force yourself. I can go by myself. "I mean it, Christopher. You don't need to pack anything." He reached for the suitcase in my hand. But a second later, it crashed to the floor with a heavy thud. My hand trembled as I held the clothes. Looking at the young man in front of me with a false expression of grievance, I knew without a doubt that I had been reborn. I had been brought back to the very day Matthew was supposed to go to the beach alone. In my last life, on this exact day, Tessa wanted to take Matthew out on the water for

Never in her life had Sunny experienced such total emotional devastation. It was exciting but it was also scary because Sunny knew what that meant. He owned so much of her, without even asking, and that meant he could break her… without even trying. ‘I don’t wanna lose you now, Mag…’ That terror had her shoving her hands into his hair, drawing his mouth to hers. Desperation had her rocking to meet every thrust, kissing him like she feared this might be the last time, the very last. ‘I don’t want to lose you ever...’