Real Self Care Novels & Stories

I said. Leah stood up, and my head screamed “yaaay!” in delight. “Why were you asking about my phone anyway?” she asked as if she just realized that I had asked her about it. “Did you not keep yourself updated on what was going on around the world?” I asked. Leah hissed. “Nope I did not. I went for what is called ‘self-care’, you should try that sometimes.” Leah said and sashayed out of the study.

Sarah chipped in, "Yeah, we can help you out. Maybe you can take some time off, go for a walk, or spend some time doing something you enjoy." Mitchell appreciated their concern and support. "Thanks, guys. I just feel bad for wanting time to myself when Angela needs me. But I guess you're right; I need to take care of myself too." Emma smiled reassuringly. "Exactly. Taking care of yourself is as important as taking care of Angela, and it doesn't mean you love Angela any less. We all need some personal space and time to relax." Later that evening, Mr. Robert noticed Mitchell's tired look and sensed that something was bothering her. He approached her gently and asked if everything was alright.

He does well and really seems to enjoy having something concrete that will help Ryan. “Before I grab your parents, I want to talk to Carter really quick. But I want you to listen, too, Ryan.” They both turn to me. “Carter, caring for someone with PTSD can be a full time job,” I begin. “I know. My mom and dad have talked to me about it several times,” he says. “Then you know that self-care is really important,” I say. “What’s self-care?” Ryan asks. “It means that you deliberately set aside time to make yourself feel better. Taking a nap, reading a book, going out with friends, going for a walk. Anything that you enjoy that makes you feel recharged and rejuvenated,” I say.

She just has to do her best, and let go of the rest. In addition to creating a toolkit for herself, Samantha also creates a self-care plan. This includes taking time for herself every day, even if it's just a few minutes. She knows that self-care is essential for her mental health, and she makes it a priority. She makes sure to eat healthy foods, exercise regularly, and get enough sleep. She also makes time for the things she loves, like reading, cooking, and spending time with friends.

I say, getting up, wanting to be out of here as soon as possible. "You should also do something nice for yourself this week, a self care day, your good deed of the week could be to yourself, be a little kinder to yourself, Aurora." She says, and I nod, feeing all over the place. __ Be a little kind to yourself, Celia had said, I don't know if getting Ice creams, and harmburgers would be on her list of self care day, but here I am, stuffing my face full of vanilla icecream, and eating harmbugers.

“You’ve been running on nothing for days. When was the last time you actually rested?” “I’ll rest when Alaric is home.” “That’s two months away.” “Then I’ll rest in two months.” I looked back out at the empty fields. “Erica, I know you’re worried. But I don’t have room for self-care right now.” “Self-care isn’t a luxury. It’s maintenance.” She shifted closer. “I’m worried about you. Everyone is. You keep pushing like this, and when you finally break, it’s going to be bad.”

I stripped down and walked into the bathroom and turned the shower on the cold side and stepped in and let the cold-water cascade around me from head to toe, gosh this feels so good. I grab my shampoo bottle and squeezed some into my palms and begin to lather my hair then rinsed and applied conditioner, my mother says self-care is by far the most important care of all time, we have to first love and take care of ourselves in order to be able to love and care for another properly so I do the full works from time to time, after that I lathered my body with my Axe body wash and rinsed off. As soon as I stepped out of the shower and dried off, I walked over to the bathroom sink and used my face

Dad simply waved them off, saying, "I'll carry him. The last time I held him was when he was first born. Two decades have passed since then. Let's see if I can still carry my son." I had stopped crying earlier, but I couldn't stop the tears from rolling down my cheeks again. Dad carried me into the ambulance and laid me down on the bed. Every movement that he made was light and careful, as if he was afraid that he would aggravate my wounds. They grasped either one of my hands and murmured, "Rest for now. The pain will be gone when you wake up again." The tension completely seeped out of my body upon hearing their words, and I slowly fell asleep.

This was becoming common. "IloveQueenofDawn, first of all, I want you to know that your worth isn't determined by a number on a scale," I began, my tone gentle yet firm. "Confidence comes from within. Focus on the things you love about yourself and the things you're good at. Surround yourself with supportive people who lift you up, not tear you down. And remember, self-care is important—whether that means taking time to exercise, eating well, or simply treating yourself with kindness. You're amazing just the way you are." That sounded good, right? Like I wasn't the same person who slept with my boss twice and couldn't seem to scrub him out of my mind no matter how hard I tried!