Stop Self-sabotage Book Novels & Stories

“Because Isabela… she’s ready. She’s showing the world she can handle anything—even betrayal. Not that you should ever accept that. But are you ready to live beside Thor? With everything he represents?” Celina swallowed hard. “Are you ready, Celina, for change? Because before you change the circumstances around you… you need to change inside. And that’s a process. It hurts. It demands sacrifice. But you have to want it. Do you really want to change? To build a different life? A new story? Or will you stay trapped in this cycle of self-sabotage?” The silence that followed was heavy. Celina pressed her hand to her face and cried—but this time, it wasn’t the cry of a victim. It was the cry of s

"That black out scared me. I had never been out of it like that for longer than twelve hours. That very day, I checked myself into a rehab and did the hard ground work to get sober. While I do still drink occasionally, it is to catch a buzz and not get drunk. I am proud of myself for no longer reaching for a bottle to drown out my problems and sorrows." I was proud of him too. It was hard to accept and acknowledge our own flaws, and even harder to ask for help. He had done all of that on his own, wanting to become better for himself and for no one else. "I'm glad you are still here," I started gently, my voice filled with a lot of emotions. "And proud that you sought out help instead of cont

Because admitting that I cared—that his distance confused me, that his attention unraveled me, that his control made me feel small—would have given him power I wasn’t sure he’d handle gently. So I chose self-sabotage. I chose to burn the bridge before I could stand on it and hope it would hold. But as I sat there alone, staring at the closed door, one truth refused to let me go: I hadn’t lied to Elias to protect Adrian. I had lied to protect myself from wanting someone who refused to choose me. And somehow, that hurt worse than the truth ever could.

"Perhaps you should try adopting them for yourself sometime instead of being so meek and passive." I laughed softly under my breath, shaking my head again ruefully. "Maybe I'll have to give your philosophy a try," I conceded. But deep down, I couldn't quite shake the nagging sense of doubt that I simply didn't possess the same unwavering courage and self-assuredness required to so brazenly go after what I wanted in life without hesitation or fear of consequences. I wished I had her confidence, but I knew myself - and my own penchant for self-sabotage was far too well to ever truly believe I could be so bold.

How could something that happened more than 7 years ago have such tragic effect in my life? “...but here’s something I find interesting. It’s self-sabotage. It’s quite the opposite of seeking validation. Instead of keeping the relationship, so you don’t lose your validation, you self-sabotage.” She pressed her index into her chin, still looking at me with her piercing gaze. My mind ran a million miles and my heart beat wildly against my chest, it was like I was outside my body, listening to Dr Anne. “This is my conclusion, Leah…” Her gaze softened as she saw that I was close to breaking down.

no, I arranged his bed again that I had scattered, cause no matter how mad I was for burning my project up, I still didn't wanted any fucking trouble when he was back, so that he wouldn't kill me out of anger for messing with his stuff, but as soon as am about to quietly return back to my own lane to wait innocently, and yell at that dickhead when he was back about why on earth he burnt my project up, my curious eyes, yes, the same eyes that would make him kill me, drifted to the side, and I see a black book placed perfectly on the side of his bed "I didn't even know he had something like this, but it must have fell from under his pillow" I told myself as I picked it up to return it back to

" He says and I nod. Last night was my fault, I accept that. Yes it started by me looking for a reason to destroy the entire thing, then it turned into just one giant fucking mess. I hadn't realised at the time, but the more denied it, and blamed it on me the more I felt like the past and that made me want to protect myself and push him out more. I thought I had moved on, but maybe my parents are right and I do self-sabotage every good relationship as that relationship started good and ended so badly.

"I don't want to rely on someone to see myself differently. I need to work on me and I believe you need to work on yourself too. I don't want to be the reason you go back to your old life." Xavier trying to understand what's happening, he is in shock. "I don't understand. We have barely started dating." "I thought I could do it. I thought I could ignore my past but clearly I can't." Cassie pauses, "I don't want to hurt you." Xavier drops her hands in anger as he stands up, "This is bullshit. Something good is finally happening in your life and you are trying to self-sabotage. Telling me you don't want to hurt me? News flash, I am hurt."

Because if God had wanted me to become this woman’s receptionist, He would have made me ruder much earlier in life. She didn’t seem to need my response anyway. She pushed open the study door without knocking and disappeared inside. I should have kept walking. I know that too. But unfortunately, curiosity and self-sabotage remain two of my most stable personality traits. So I slowed. Just enough. The study door hadn’t fully shut. And from where I stood in the hallway, I could hear them. Not clearly at first. Then enough. “…you’re overcomplicating it,” Cyn was saying.

She decided to ask him a question. "What if I lose this child as well?" her question made him stare intently at her. "Tarquin, what would happen?" "I'll accept it and not act like an immature imbecile, I'll console you like I should have done the first time and I'll do everything in my power to make you happy," Tarquin said, sincerely. "I'll go for therapy to solve my anger issues and the power of my intrusive thoughts over me. The next steps would be having self-control and becoming a good person not because of you or the baby or anyone else but for myself. I need to change for myself" Tarquin said, wisely.