Real Self Care Novels & Stories

She jokes, having Gianna slightly laugh at her statement. "Besides, today is a self care day. No boys, no worries. Just my girls and some much needed retail therapy." She says. Heidi is right. Today should be a self care day, I deserve it. Whatever Jack is up to shouldn't concern, bother or worry me. He isn't important to me right now. The only thing that matters is that I finally have some type of freedom. I finally can hang out with my friends. I deserve to celebrate. I shouldn't let my thoughts concerning Jack ruin today for me. If he doesn't want to talk to me, I don't want to talk to him.

I muttered to myself, barely audible. Maybe what I needed was some time alone, away from Zack, away from this job, away from the chaos. “I need a self-care day, please take me to a good spa. The best one actually,” I told David, making a sudden decision. “Okay, Mrs. Samuels,” David replied and turned the car around without a hint of hesitation. I can still afford some things, I reminded myself. I have my savings. I deserve a princess treatment today, and that’s exactly what I’m going to give myself.

I grabbed my purse, tossed in my phone, wallet, keys, and a lipstick for touch-ups. One last mirror check. Everything is okay. I opened my bedroom door. The hallway was quiet. The house felt very empty. Jax must have left, and our Mom and Dad has been out doing whatever things they did. Good. I didn’t want to run into anyone right now. I moved carefully, keeping my steps measured and normal. The soreness was still there, but it was sort of manageable if I thread carefully. I grabbed a bottle of water in the kitchen. Staying hydrated felt like the only self-care I could manage in this rush.

"And as for his 'condition,' I have the latest vitals right here." She flicked her finger on her tablet, and the giant 4K screens on the wall transformed. Instead of stock losses, they showed a live feed of Caspian’s heart rate, oxygen levels, and cellular regeneration data. The numbers were perfect. They were more than perfect—they were superhuman.

Deserved to train young wolves and drink coffee and exist in the world without constantly looking over her shoulder. And I'd do whatever it took to give her that peace. Starting with actually taking care of myself so I could be present for the fight ahead. One day at a time. One threat at a time. One step toward healing at a time. It wasn't dramatic. Wasn't some grand gesture of redemption. But it was real. Sustainable. Healthy. And right now, that was exactly what we both needed.

‘If you can't see it, it's most likely not real’ I did so, focusing on my mess of a room. The dress I had disregarded on the floor last night after returning from work tired, the empty coffee cup on my desk, the colourful stick-on notes with my favorite quotes I placed on the wall opposite my bed My fingers found my damp hair “It's not real.” I wasn't drowning in an endless pool of coal-black water, I was home, fine and somewhat safe That was good for now It took me extra five minutes to go through my relaxation exercise before climbing down from my bed. These exercises are probably the only thing that held my sanity together for the past six years, ever since ...

Maya Rodriguez is currently sitting cross-legged on her bedroom floor, surrounded by batteries, canned beans, duct tape, three stolen pens from work, and one very serious list titled: THINGS TO BUY BEFORE EVERYONE STARTS EATING EACH OTHER. So. Basically self-care. The carpet prickles through her leggings. Her left foot has gone numb under her thigh, but she ignores it because discomfort is just information wearing an annoying hat and a reminder that she is alive. The apartment smells faintly of lemon floor cleaner, old coffee, and the garlic Dex burned making pasta two nights ago. From the living room, his phone plays short bursts of sound—laughter, music, someone shouting “bro” way too ofte

Not only were there lots of businesses booming and people my age flocking out here, but it didn't have that Northern East Coast vibe of: get it done now and perfectly or someone else will take your place. Colorado Springs might not always be my home but until now I hadn't been looking over my shoulder wondering when my next panic attack would come back to get me. That pre-panic attack build-up actually is part of my problem. I need to calm my breathing, ground myself, and really look at my thoughts. Are they true or false? If true, how true are they? Are they based in love or fear? I put 'love' in instead of 'reality' because reality can be scary, but when think loving thoughts towards mysel

"Honey, you've been complaining for the past five days about being bored, it has nothing to do with me trying to get rid of you. Just go to the beach with your brother next time or go and see what Raisa or Alex are up to." I sigh. She's right. I haven't seen Raisa for a few days. All we do is sit by the pool on our phones without anything new to add to the conversation, or going out clubbing. First of all, doing some self care from time to time (i.e. smoking a joint in secret when no one's home, making lists of what I want to do with my life and then forget about them, sitting in the sun or taking hour long baths) is way more appealing to me at the moment.

I hope I can make a positive impact on my students and inspire them to pursue their passions. I have complete faith in you, Chelsea. You're an amazing person, and I know you'll excel in your new role. Just remember to take care of yourself amidst the hectic schedule. Don't forget to give yourself some well-deserved rest too. " You're right, Daryl. Self-care is important, and I'll make sure to prioritize it. Thanks for your words."