Don't Lose Yourself 소설 & 이야기

Give your all to achieve your goals. "And what happens when it looks like you're going to lose that fight?" "Believe in yourself. When we want something with all our being, even in the most adverse situation when it seems like all is lost, nothing can help you more than believing in yourself, in what you are capable of. You have a fighting spirit, Claudia. You may have never brought it out before, but in the most tragic moments, that's when it reemerges and shows you that no matter how much pain, disappointment or sadness you have, you are a fighter and you are always going to make it through."

And now I wanted out more than ever. Because I finally understood one thing crystal clear. If I didn’t walk away soon, I’d lose myself completely. And I was done losing things. Especially myself. *****

What’s this thing you’re trying not to do? Don’t say it’s nothing. There’s someone else you’re trying not to be, right there behind your eyes. I see it. Look at me. Please.

“Because I can. Because it’s none of your damn business.” I know I’m provoking him by being difficult, but he doesn’t deserve my answer. He’s the one who pushes me this far, to the point I’m trying to lose my sanity and trying to fit in when I know damn well none of it matters. I should love myself as I am. I should show my middle-finger to the world and sip on that sparkly drink, but, I feel deeply. So deeply I’m afraid if I’ll lose myself in this sea of validation.

I started typing. Not a to-do list. Not a message. Just… thoughts. Things I needed to remind myself. You are not your past. You are not your depression. You are not your mistakes. You are not your fears. You are not defined by who you were when you were hurting. You are allowed to grow. You are allowed to change. You are allowed to choose differently. You are allowed to love without losing yourself. You are allowed to walk away if something no longer serves you. You are allowed to stay if something still does.

“Yes.” The honesty hits me harder than reassurance would have. “Then why stay?” I whisper. “Because you asked me not to disappear.” My chest tightens. I hug myself, nails digging into my arms to ground myself. “I feel like I’m losing parts of myself,” I admit. “Like my body is making decisions ahead of me.” Cass steps closer—still not touching. “Then anchor yourself,” he says. “Name things. Speak them.” I sniff. “What kind of things?”

I offer you freedom. 'I don't think I can spend my life like this, enduring it. At some point I'll hit bottom and I don't know if I can get out of it for having lost myself in a world that's not mine, to which I don't belong... what else can I lose?' That's why... —What do I have to do?

I wasn't going to ask for help. But now with this perverted drunk man, will I have to finally drop my ego and ask for help? ********* Keep her pride and loose her dignity? Or keep her dignity and loose her pride. Or is she going to end up losing all?

she whispered. The words lingered. Soft. Hopeful. Fragile. I looked down at her hand for a moment. Then back at her. “I’ll try,” I said. It wasn’t a promise. Because I didn’t make promises I couldn’t keep. ⸻ I pulled away gently. Turned. And started toward the vehicle again. “John…” I paused—but didn’t look back. “If you do this…” she said, her voice barely holding together… “…don’t lose yourself.”

I didn't lose you, I lost myself.. In the darkness of your thoughts, Of your dreams.. Of our beautiful memories... I lost my smile.. Not because of you But the mistake that was done by me.. To lose the other part of me... I want it back.. Till it's too late to fight back Till it's too late to win back.. Till it's too late to lose the hope of getting you back.. ____________________________________________________