You Can Heal Your Life Novels & Stories

I knew I deserved better. I sought solace in the support of my closest friends, sharing my story and finding comfort in their empathy. They reminded me of my worth, that I was strong and resilient. Their words became my lifeline, guiding me through the darkest moments of my healing process. With their encouragement, I embarked on a journey of self-discovery. I delved into books about personal growth and attended workshops that focused on healing from heartbreak. I immersed myself in activities that brought me joy and rediscovered the passions that had been overshadowed by my past relationship.

You're at peace and free now, just let the darkness consume you and the light fade. I didn't like that thought, it made me want to live now. Isn't it ironic you want to die but you don't die, then you don't want to die and you more than likely do die. Murphy's law exists here too, really? I smile inside my head to myself. I have decided to fight, I will not be the victim and I will not be the weak one anymore. With that said, I start to tell myself to heal, I concentrate on my body and the damage. I know it's harder to heal when you don't eat right or for longer periods at a time but I can do this. Now focus, your legs first, then your arms, then your face and then the rest of your body. You

Mirabella turned back to meet her boss gaze fixed on her and for lots of reason she felt uncomfortable, she was still wondering why she had been called back until she heard him say something like a quote 'The hardest decisions of life, most times are the right decisions.' Mateo said to her but she got more confused as she herself could not read his facial expressions, he was saying something else but his expressions was saying another thing entirely.

We need you back. Healing a broken heart is a recipe for which you are your own chef. The right music, the right good memories, the right boost of self worth, the right amount of self love, the support of anyone lucky enough to have you in their life... then time. Ride the waves. Wait. Pick more upbeat music once in a while. Be okay with feeling better, the world needs you, we do.

The music at the Full Moon feast was deafening. I bent down, fumbling with the strap on my heel. When I looked up, they were already gone. My fated mate, Callum—the feared Alpha of the Red Maple pack—and Freya, my once-best friend. I started to follow. To lift my dress and run. But the space by his side—my space, the Luna's space—was already gone. Their bodies were pressed close. Whispering about pack politics. Things I'd never understand. It was like I wasn't even there. An outsider. I always knew we'd have an arranged marriage. Callum and me. Finding out we were Mates was no surprise. Our wolves were made for each other. A fatal attraction. Until Freya proved herself as a lethal fighter. S

“ you live “ Alena squeaked, happier than Maria herself. “ and I would die of suffocation if you do not release me ” Alena released her , still smiling happily. “ any idea how to cure sleeplessness?”. Maria asked to which the smile on Alena's face was completely wiped off . she doesn't know. “ I'm going to die tomorrow .” Maria was certain, if she lived today there was no possibility of her living tomorrow. she's not a Sharma and has never made a single herb in her life. “ at least you live. once there is life , there's always going to opportunities ,princess. come take a bath and rest . ” Alena dragged the reluctant Maria into the palace.

she shares with the group quietly. Everyone is intensely listening to Jenna as they are curious how the healing works. “If I healed you, then you would have felt warmth and a sense of peace come over your body. For me I absorb your pain or injury. If you have a broken arm, I have a broken arm. If you have a cut, I have that same injury although you may not see the blood. I then need time to heal myself, which can take hours or days depending on the severity of the injury.

"No contact, no proximity, digital or physical." "Thanks," Rita said, and meant it in her bones. That evening, the family settled in to watch a clip from Amiriam's interview that had aired during their drive. She was herself on screen—no tricks of make-up, but a truth that would not apologize. "People think healing is an arrival," she said on screen, "but for many of us it's a practice. Like breath. You do it again and again, and one day you realize you're living." Later, when the house settled, Luke stood with Amiriam on the porch. The moon was pale, the trees black stitches against it. “You’ve done something wonderful,” he said. “Whatever else is happening, nobody can take that away.”

“Anne, you’ve spent too much time crying over what is your past. You need to breathe again. Let's go out for a while. I mean somewhere peaceful.” I blinked, startled. “Out? Where?” “Somewhere calm and beautiful,” he replied. “There is a beach not far from here. The sea breeze will clear your mind. You deserve to enjoy your life from this filth.” I hesitated, unsure if I was ready to face the public again. She placed her hand on my shoulder gently. “You can't heal by hiding. You heal by living.” Her words sank deep into my heart. After a brief silence. I nodded. “Okay, let's go.”

She requested " Uhh sure." I affirmed " You can play with your other hand, right?" " Yeah, I can as long as I hold it properly." " We will see until next Saturday! But I want you to know that to heal, we have to accept our weakness, our fragility, our fear, our anger, our scars and our imperfections... So we can go on, we can change them, we can live in peace." " Yeah! I understand." I said But it's too hard...