Self Healing Quotes Novels & Stories

“Don’t forget to take care of yourself, okay? You can’t pour from an empty cup.” Napatawa ako nang mahina. Pamilyar na sa akin ang linyang ‘yon; ilang beses na rin niyang sinabi iyon para ipaalala sa akin na unahin din ang sarili. Parang naging mantra na namin. “I know. I’m trying. Pero alam mo na, ang hirap lang minsan. Everything feels so fragile. Parang laging may nakaambang mali.”

Kahit wala naman akong balak mag move on. “You don’t have to have all the answers right now. Healing isn’t about forgetting him overnight. It’s about allowing yourself to feel the pain, to mourn the relationship, and to slowly rebuild yourself. You didn’t betray yourself, Jessica. You made a choice under impossible circumstances. That doesn’t make you weak… it makes you human.” … “Jessica,” the psychiatrist began softly. “You’ve told me many times how you always give, how you try to understand people even when they hurt you. Do you know what that tells me?”

Wounds that are hurt immediately get healed over the course of time. But does time really heal all these wounds? What if the person whose repeatedly hurt didn't bother healing himself even if time has passed? Do we still claim that time takes over in someone's healing? The answer is no because healing is a choice. It takes courage for someone to get healed from all the pain he went through. At kahit paulit ulit na masaktan, kapag hindi mo pipiliing maghilom ang sugat ay wala pa rin kahit lumipas na ang panahon.

mahina kong sambit pero sapat para marinig niya. "Baka its okay if it takes time...to be okay?" mahina niyang wika. "Yeah, healing is a road that is lined with endless grace...ika nga nila." Sinipa ko siya ng mahina at tumingin siya sa akin. "A few days, weeks, or months or year ago, you did not know today. You did not know how you'd make it here, but you made it here, by grace. You are blessed, Jaq. Continue healing, not for us but for your self."

Ang matalim na pagtitig sa kanyang repleksyon ay tila nagpapalakas sa kanya, kahit na ang sakit ay matindi. “Sugar, kailangan mong magpahinga. Ang healing process ay magtatagal, kaya’t huwag mong pilitin ang sarili mo,” sabi ni Vash habang pinapalitan ang mga bandage at binibigyan siya ng extra painkiller.

Dahan-dahan ko itong binuksan, at sa loob ay isang simpleng card, written in clean, slanted strokes: “Today is not a grand gesture. It’s just breakfast waiting downstairs, and me—waiting for your smile again.” – V Napangiti ako. Hindi ko alam kung kelan siya nagsimulang magsulat ng ganito, but it felt like a piece of him that he rarely shows anyone. Tahimik ko siyang tinignan ulit. Maybe trust doesn’t return overnight. Maybe healing isn’t loud, or filled with fireworks. Maybe, just maybe… It starts with small things. Like handwritten notes. Like holding hands through the night. Like choosing to stay, even in silence.

“You need to accept that you’re struggling, Leana. You need to accept the fact that right now, you’re weak. And there’s nothing wrong with that. In order to fix yourself, you need to not turn a blind eye that you are broken. How can you fix yourself if you hate it when you’re crying? When you hate it when you don’t have the motivation at all?” “That’s how it works. Progress is still progress. No matter how slow that is. That’s one thing you said that literally struck me the most. It helped me, you know. So maybe saying it to you, in case you forgot can help you even just a little bit. You don’t need to rush because you'll end up lying to yourself that you’ve been healed when the truth is, yo

sagot niya bago niya ako hinalikan nang matagal at puno ng pangako. Ang halik na iyon ay hindi lang tungkol sa pagnanasa. Ito ay tungkol sa healing. Isang tahimik na usapan na sa kabila ng lahat ng sakit, may pag-asa pa para sa amin. Naramdaman ko ang pagtulo ng sarili kong mga luha. Luha ng pasasalamat na buhay kami, at luha ng pagtanggap na mahal ko pa rin ang lalaking ito sa kabila ng lahat.

wika ko sa kanilang dalawa. Siguro nga, wala na akong ibang gagawin kundi ang maghintay, maghintay ng tamang pagkakataon at pabayaan na ang tadhanang humarap ng lahat. Isinuot ko ngang muli ang aking sunglasses at napatingin na lang sa mga naggagandahang gusaling nagliliwanag na nasa malayo. I will heal myself here. ************************* A/N: Please don't forget to Vote, Comment and Share! ❤

Azi ran around chasing butterflies, his laughter echoing softly. Aaron walked beside me, his hand brushing against mine. “He looks happy,” he said quietly. “Yeah,” I whispered, watching our son run freely. “He really is. And I want him to stay that way.” He nodded. “You’re doing great, you know.” I turned to him, surprised. “Me? I don’t think so. I still break down sometimes. I still feel lost.” He smiled gently. “That’s part of healing, Elora. The fact that you’re trying… that’s already something.”