You Can Heal Your Life Novels & Stories

Sometimes the first step toward healing wasn't being rescued. Sometimes it was simply hearing yourself tell the truth out loud.

Eventually, I could move so naturally that I didn't seem any different from other people with two functioning legs. I was drenched in sweat, but I felt a joy I hadn't felt in forever. Little by little, I was regaining what I had lost. Now that I could move about freely again, I started to rebuild my life. I refused to remain trapped in the past. I returned to university and pursued psychology, something I had always been interested in. I attended a foreign university and shared a classroom with people of different nationalities. The sunlight poured through the tall glass windows and warmed my body. That was the moment when it finally sank in—my soul had truly come back to life.

Whisper says and I can feel the healing process startup. "It's ok I know you try to do what you can, and I know that it's not your fault that you're not at full strength." I think replying back to Whisper as I lay down on my rickety old bed and pull the thin blanket over my body and try to rest so that my body can heal and I can have some energy for tomorrow. ☾ ⋆*･ﾟ:⋆*･ﾟ:⠀ *⋆.*:･ﾟ .: ⋆*･ﾟ: .⋆

“But I want us to give him a chance. Just… this last time.” My head snapped toward her. “I can’t believe this, Nyra.” My voice rose a little before I forced it down again. “Do you even know what he did?” I whispered sharply. “What if something had happened to you? What if you're not healed?” She met my eyes. “But I’m standing here,” she said softly. Her hand pressed lightly against her chest. “I’m alive. You’re alive. We’re both here.” That wasn’t the point. “He knows his mistake,” she continued. “He has said sorry more times than I can count. Sometimes the only way to heal is to let the person try to fix what they broke.”

Whenever Zoe was in trouble, he would drop everything to be by her side. Taking a deep breath, I pulled up the divorce agreement I'd prepared long ago and sent it to him. After hiking what felt like miles down the rain-slicked path, I flagged down a ride-share and finally made it home. As I reached the front door, my phone buzzed with a notification from our friends' group chat. Someone had shared a screenshot of Zoe's post. [Zoe's caption is brutal! What kind of disease does Isiah have that needs her touch?] [What else? His erectile dysfunction around Floria.]

I wasn't healing. Shit.

“Then you try again. But Zara, you have to try. You have to take that first step.” Phoenix looked up at me and smiled, showing his tiny teeth. “Mama.” The word still melted my heart every time. “For him,” I said. “I’ll do it for him.” “Do it for both of you,” Green corrected. “You deserve to heal too. You deserve to live, not just survive.” I nodded slowly, feeling something shift inside me. A decision crystallizing. “Okay. I’ll start looking for apartments tomorrow. And I’ll find a therapist. I’ll actually try to move forward instead of just existing.”

Life may have pulled you through pain, but it’s also leading you toward purpose. From Single Mom to the Billionaire’s Queen may have ended, but I hope the message lingers: you are worthy of love, happiness, and healing, no matter your past. Thank you for reading. Thank you for believing in Aleira. And thank you for walking this journey with me. With all my love, Leica Tang

"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.

So, I can hold a grudge and make life difficult, or we can start over without all the things that once stood in our way. It was freeing, liberating to think that way, to let it all go, and once I allowed myself to do that, the picture that began to form in my head was one of happiness for the future. I want to build a life with her and our children, want to experience life with her in a way I never thought possible.