I Feel Like I Lost Myself Novels & Stories

Liam asked with narrowed eyes, as if he was investigating if Mila was trying to lie to him. “I just thought that I've been feeling weird lately…” Mila swallowed hard. "I feel like I'm not myself." Liam didn't say anything when Mila said this, but there was something in him that anticipated Mila's next answer. “I feel like I've lost my self…” Mila then shook her head, correcting her own words. “I feel like I'm starting to feel like I can't feel myself anymore… there are times when I want something, but the next time I question what I've done and slightly… regret it…”

Few more minutes until it turned dark and I went back home. I feel like a loser. I am slowly drifting away. It seems like I am caught in a battle I cannot win. And I fight alone. I am truly quiet at the outside appearance but inside my head, I am talking loudly with myself. Am I giving up? I cannot win. But I want him, It’s not easy. I will miss him. You’re always on your own. It’s gone. It never happened. Move on. Maybe it’s time to give up.

I felt cursed, as if I couldn’t shake the weight of her judgment, no matter where I went. Slowly, I began to sense that I was losing a grip on who I was. I felt like I was fading away into the abyss, slipping silently into an identity that no longer felt like my own. I was confused about everything—my desires, my ambitions, my self-worth. The only clarity I had was the deep, agonizing pain that became my constant companion. I slowly come back to my surroundings and look at Mia, who is happily typing and snapping a picture with a forkful of pancakes close to her mouth.

I ran my fingers along the rough bark, letting their presence steady me. Eventually, we reached a small clearing by the river, a place we had visited many times before. The water shimmered under the moonlight, its gentle flow breaking the silence around us. Jake stopped beside me, his hands stuffed into the pockets of his jacket. He was staring at the water, his expression unreadable. I watched him for a moment before speaking. “I feel like I’m losing myself,” I whispered. He turned to me sharply. “You’re not.” I let out a breathless laugh. “Aren’t I? Every time I close my eyes,I feel him. And then I remember that he’s gone, and it’s like—” My voice cracked. “It’s like I lose him all over ag

After wandering down the wrong roads for over a decade, I had finally reached the end of my dream. Now, I truly had a home.

she said. I felt anger coming over me like a stray jacket that psychiatric hospitals put on people who are mentally unstable and uncontrollable. I couldn’t move or get over it, this time this anger and resentment didn’t come from inside me but it was just holding me tight and I couldn’t move and inch on my body. “Yeah, you can feel it don’t you?” she said as I tried to free myself “That is what anger does, right now you don’t know yourself. It’s like your identity has been erased and everything you stand for has been deleted” she continued.

My chest tightened as the reality of it settled deeper. Maybe I was losing myself to something I didn’t know and couldn’t stop.

“Who are you, Dhalia?” His question has me pausing and trying to work out the answer. I’ve no idea who I am, and that’s a hard reality right now. I lost myself years ago. I put everything I was in a box, taped it up, and threw it into the sea. I said goodbye to myself and had no idea how to answer his question. “You’re struggling to work that out there, aren’t you?” His question causes me to nod. Of course, I am. I’m lost in everything right now. I’m kidnapped. It was all fun and games to start with. I hate that. I hate that I laughed, joked, and turned the entire thing into a joke and game.

There was no space left for me. I sat in the back of the taxi and watched the villa where I had lived for three years shrink behind us. I felt no attachment. The car remained quiet. I closed my eyes as exhaustion settled over me. It felt as though I had just woken from a very long dream. A dream long enough to replay the first half of my life. Loving her had taken up a third of it. Seeing who she truly was took only three months. Once I understood, the love vanished.

It'd always represented my last wall of defense. "Aster, no…" Aubrey tugged at my hand, likely understanding what I was about to do. She was scared things would get out of hand, scared that her perfect family would break apart. I patted her hand and said firmly, "Some losses are necessary to keep our lives in good order, Aubrey." I slowly looked up to meet the gazes of Tristan, Anastasia, and Ophelia. With a sneer, I called out to Tristan. "Are you really sure you don't know who we are, Tristan? Are you sure you want to risk the rest of your life for these two women?"