Self Care A Novels & Stories

“When I say your body is signaling that it needs care, I mean that the sensations you’re feeling—whether it’s the urge to scratch your skin, the tension, or even numbness—are its way of saying, ‘Something doesn’t feel safe or balanced.’ Trauma can leave an imprint on both the mind and the body, and sometimes the body reacts before the mind fully understands why. Those signals might feel confusing or overwhelming, but they’re messages from your body asking for attention, for comfort, or for a release of some of the stress it’s holding. Care can look different for everyone—maybe it’s grounding exercises, like holding something cold to bring you back to the present. Maybe it’s movement, like st

i sit and call Jasah into my office and explain the situation she upped security and gave them the information they needed to know and the rest of the work day was uneventful after that. Jasah came into my office at the end of the day and asked if there was anything else I needed help with before she left. I told her that would be all and to have a great weekend. she nodded and told me happy early birthday and headed out. Quiet filled the office as the last clicks of heels faded away. i smiled remembering tomorrow was my birthday and walked to my car. I sit in my car and started it. i pulled out of the parking garage and thats when my story ended Abigail hit the side of my car and now i sit

She takes her time, savoring the warmth and the simple luxury of being clean, of standing in a space where no one could barge in or bark orders at her. She lathers her skin with the rich, floral-scented soap, feeling her senses come alive under the steam. The lotion is soft and cooling, a balm against her tired skin. Each of these small acts of self-care feels like a gift, a reminder of the life she’s slowly reclaiming.

I close my eyes as I feel my wounds irritated. “You must take care of yourself. A woman's body is very sacred.” Eh? Maybe he's disappointed knowing that I prioritized the horse before myself. The most basic stuff someone needs to know is to take care of yourself first, it's not an act of selfishness. How could you help others if you injure too? Haist. Athena, he has a point.

Zach looks at me worriedly and asks, "Are you sure? You look worried." I sigh and say, "Yeah I am; it's just that I don't know how to react if I see them." Zach touches my chin and lifts my face to see his beautiful blue eyes and says, "You are stronger than you think you are. Just be yourself and don't let them dim the fire in you." I smile widely and say, "Thank you, Zach. You always know how to comfort your best friend." We hear the bus coming into our school and Zach says, "They are here already; we need to go down."

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.

“You can’t hate yourself happy. You can’t criticize yourself thin. You can’t shame yourself worthy. Real change begins with self-love and self-care.”— Jessica Ortner. “WHAT IS GOING ON here?” Alex’s voice was firm and strong as he spoke. Even though I wasn't happy that he had shown up, it was nice to witness the Bs' shocked expressions as they turned to see who it was. “Alex!” Betty gasped, exchanging questioning glances with her group.

The same man who once said emotions were distractions and who acted like caring was a weakness. So why… Now? Why this tenderness? I pulled out my phone and opened my calendar. I had the whole day off. Might as well use it for something that felt like mine. A hair appointment felt like a good place to start. I quickly booked a trim and a treatment. I hadn’t done anything remotely self-soothing in weeks, and maybe a little freshening up was what I needed to reset to remind myself who I was before all of this chaos. Back home, I kicked off my shoes and changed into something cozy. A worn T-shirt, soft shorts. Then I grabbed my broom and cleaning supplies. There was something about cleaning that

"Goodnight Daddy." He did not answer. But I knew this was only the beginning. I went up to my room with his taste still on my tongue and his fingers still burning inside me. The rain kept falling but I was no longer scared of it. I was scared of how much I wanted more. **100 Ways to Damn Yourself**

"I’d like you to write in it once a day. Just one thing you did that made you feel good, safe, or loved." I blinked at him. "That’s it?" He chuckled. "That’s it. Don’t overthink it. It could be something tiny. Anything that made you feel even a little more like yourself." I nodded, smiling faintly. "Alright, Doctor’s orders." He smiled back. "Good. And Amelia?" "Yeah?" "Be gentle with yourself. Healing isn’t about fixing everything at once. It’s about remembering who you are underneath the noise." By the time I reached Liz’s apartment building, my mind was still swirling with thoughts.