Don't Lose Yourself Novels & Stories

--- Because sometimes— The hardest part isn’t losing someone. It’s risking losing yourself again.

“Just promise me you won’t lose yourself trying.” “I won't Mum. I’ll try.”

Looked up. Didn't recognize the girl in the mirror. Hair? Wrecked. Skin? Dull. Eyes? Puffy and red. I didn't look like this this morning. Guess you really can lose yourself for love. I'd loved Jacob for years. With the wedding coming up, I thought we'd finally made it. Didn't see it was already falling apart. I took a deep breath, tried to shut down the spiral, and grabbed my phone. [Short one groom for this wedding. Anyone want the job?]

''You know Alas, sometimes we lose confidence in ourselves, we're afraid to do something because there are obstacles, and I know you think a lot of negative things, so whenever you're having a hard time doing something, don't be afraid to try it, besides you will lose nothing if you try, so trust yourself, '' I said and looked at him directly. "But what if I lose something?What if I can't be trusted again?" he asked and I smiled. "If you lose something, it's not your fault because you just tried, don't be afraid of what you will lose, be more afraid that you didn't do something before it's too late," I said and sighed.

Between what I can give— And what I refuse to become. And this time— I don’t step further. I don’t fall. I stay exactly where I am. Because this— This is the only way I keep everything together— Without losing myself in the process.

CHAPTER 36 WILLIAMS My breath hitched, and the smile on my face quickly faded. Today is not her birthday? That has to be some twenty-first-century joke. I cross-checked the date like four times before I started making any preparations. What the hell is she talking about? “What do you mean today isn’t your birthday?” I asked, confusion twisting in my voice. “Don’t tell me you forgot your own birthday!” It’s okay to be ambitious and hardworking, but you should also love yourself and take care of yourself. Put yourself first. Birthdays only come once a year, so why should you have forgotten about yours, huh?

"I—I don’t even know what happiness looks like anymore." She gives me a sad smile. "Then maybe it’s time to find out. But one thing I do know, sweetheart, is that you should never lose yourself for the sake of love. If someone truly loves you, they will never ask you to diminish yourself, to shrink, to suffer in silence."

“What is it then?” “Stability.” I frowned slightly. “That sounds like you putting everything in separate boxes.” “Not separate,” he corrected. “Structured.” I shook my head slightly. “You really do live like that.” “Yes.” “And me?” He didn’t hesitate. “You’re learning.” That made me pause. “Learning what?” “How to exist in it without losing yourself.” I looked down again at the letter. That felt bigger than I wanted it to. “I don’t want to lose myself,” I said quietly.

Even if it meant losing myself in the process. Plus I never loose myself, no matter how lost I get, I'll always find myself because I only have me.

The more I think about it, the more I feel in absolute despair of what is happening in my life currently. My eyes kept rereading the words she wrote down: Whenever you think you are lost, you’re not. Even if your thoughts are doubting you, don’t stop. Stay on the right track because you’re almost heading where you want to be. There you will find the beacon, don’t be afraid to take a leap of faith. OF LUAHU.