Your Feelings Are Valid Novels & Stories

let just get to what we have to do and stop whining like a girl" "Am just happy my friend".

I smiled, “I actually like when you start to ramble, because it means I get your unfiltered thoughts. It’s like I get to see inside your brain.” Kate looked at me surprised. “But,” I continued, “just because your wolf came and told you, you’d be fine. Doesn’t mean she said you can’t feel sad or angry. She came to give you hope. To let you know this isn’t permanent. But right now, it sucks and you are allowed to feel whatever you’re feeling. No need to be brave all the time.” Kate’s lip started to tremble and a tear fell down her left eye, the other soon followed.

"It's supposed to be a day of bliss in the lives of the two people involved, a union of forever." "I know that's what they're supposed to be, they still are," she said gently. "But I also know that sometimes, life doesn't always work out the way we plan. Sometimes, the reality is different from our expectations." She paused, and I could tell that she was choosing her words carefully. "I can't tell you what to do, but I can tell you that no matter what you decide, it's okay to feel what you're feeling. It's okay to feel scared, or angry, or even heartbroken. Your feelings are valid, no matter what."

The match between Momo has started He pulled out the rope and the match started, but Momo's mind was elsewhere, thinking of many things If you are preoccupied with preserving your dignity and your inner peace, then you may be prepared to be separated from others, meaning that there is no room within yourself for great feelings, well; The good news is that things don't work that way. There is nothing wrong with strong feelings. It is okay to feel angry when someone insults you, it is okay to feel sad and sorry for the loss of a loved one. It's okay to feel overjoyed, it's okay to feel fear, worry, relief, joy, enthusiasm, panic, and all these things.

“He… he’s dangerous, okay? I just know he is. He wants something—I don’t know what—but he’s not marrying my mom out of love. That much I’m sure of.” He tilted his head thoughtfully. “Hmm.” He didn’t roll his eyes or dismiss me. He didn’t accuse me of being paranoid, like everyone else. He just listened. It was such a simple gesture, but it meant everything in that moment. “You could be right,” he said, “or you could be exaggerating. Either way, you’re allowed to feel how you feel. It’s valid.” I blinked at him, stunned. No one had ever said that to me before.

I hummed as I slowly closed my eyes. "I know how much it hurts, but there's nothing wrong with hearing his side sometimes. That's also for your peace of mind. It's normal to experience those kinds of feelings that you're feeling right now, and that's valid. But I don't want that to be a reason for your heart and mind to be closed."

Maria's expression changed, and she looked at me with a curious, almost knowing gaze. Maria's words were laced with a quiet wisdom, and her gentle smile seemed to hold a deep understanding. "If it's something good for you, you fight," she said, her voice soft but firm. "You fight the feelings that are making you deny your emotions." Her words struck a chord within me, and I felt a spark of recognition ignite within my chest.

You're in my life, and always will be, for a reason, so let's try and figure out why and how we can be of use to each other. First of all, Fear, let's be clear about who you are to me. You are the voices in my head that often caution me or tell me reasons not to do something. You are that feeling in my gut that warns me to stay away from a place, person, or a situation. You and Instinct work together on that. You are also that feeling that sits just near my heart, beneath my breastbone, that makes me think twice before I do anything that could potentially make me feel vulnerable. I feel you, and I can hear you telling me not to do it because I may get laughed at. You're telling me this isn't

The walk home from the coffee shop was colder than the morning had promised. Isabelle pulled her jacket tighter, but the chill seemed to be coming from the inside. Carla’s words echoed in her mind, each one a sharp, stinging slap of reality. “Feelings can’t fix someone who won’t open up.” The phrase repeated itself like a mantra, a stern, unwavering voice of reason in the chaotic swirl of Isabelle’s emotions.

This is thе best I’vе fеlt in dауѕ. It’ѕ a shame mу fееlіngѕ don’t rеflесt rеаlіtу. Thеу’rе a response tо thе ѕhосk, anger аnd аdrеnаlіnе. I mау fееl ѕtrоng nоw, but еvеrуthіng around mе іѕ falling apart.