Your Feelings Are Valid Novels & Stories

he said softly, “don’t… don’t punish yourself for that. None of this is your fault.” “But I feel like it is,” I admitted, tears threatening to fall. “I feel… so lost. I don’t even know what I’m allowed to feel anymore. Angry, hurt… guilty… and confused. I…” My voice broke. “I just don’t know what to do.”

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."

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.

"I'm okay." "Just okay?" I sigh and lean my head back. "It's stupid." "Your feelings aren't stupid. Your feelings are valid. But what are they? Let's talk it out. You know better than to keep it bottled up. That's how you ended up here." "Okay, okay," I acquiesce, knowing she's right. I learned that about myself at the conference… that I brush things under the rug when they make me uncomfortable. Emotions. Insecurities. Gut feelings that my husband is cheating on me. I like to avoid it all, which is neither healthy nor helpful.

"I just can't shake off these feelings. I feel so angry and confused." Lara poured me a cup of tea and sat down beside me. "I know it's hard, but you can't let him get to you like this. You're better than that." Her words were comforting, but they couldn't erase the pain I was feeling. "I know, but it's just so hard sometimes. He has a way of making me feel like I'm worthless." Lara reached out and placed a hand on my shoulder. "You're not worthless. You're strong, beautiful, and capable of so much more than he'll ever realize."

I felt like the flow of blood was rushing to my cheek as they turned crimson. He stood in front of me and I felt like my heart was gonna leap out of my chest. When the creaking sound of his walk ended, the sound of my loud and rapid breath filled the room. “Um, if you are not fine then I won’t.” That moment, a spark emerged from my soul and evoked a sensation of desire in me as the urge to pull him close to me rose . Protesting my feelings, I remain motionless. “I.. Um. maybe you don’t like-” I continued to stutter until he cut me off.

“The feeling of being stared at as if you're a big nuisance. That kind of thing in their eyes, you haven't done anything right. It's awful. And the hardest part is losing your purpose.” If only I could let him into my mind so that he would fully know what was going on there, I would have done it. It's hard to put into words and just tell what I feel. It's hard to describe the feeling because I know they won't understand until they experience it themselves. That feeling makes you question yourself if you are still useful. That kind of feeling like everything you do will harm others. Feel that you know within yourself that even if you get lost, it's okay. Because you are not important and you

The worst part was that I had once again shown my most vulnerable side to William at a very scary moment. "You have the right to cry, to let out your anger, and to express yourself," he said very carefully. "I don't know what you feel, but somehow, when my mother left, a lot changed inside me, and it feels like I had some kind of loss. That doesn't compare to anything, but I can empathize with how she feels. I wouldn't imagine if something happened to my family, so, if you need to cry, do it without hesitation. Here's my shoulder for it."

, " Yes, I did" " It makes me realize somethings, something also happened earlier and that makes me know how much I want this family, how much I want to protect this that I'm feeling", " What are you feeling?", " It's something I've been denying myself of, something I know so well but sometimes I seek validation for what it is, seek assurance and yet deny", " Let me get you, you have feelings, but you're denying the feelings and still wanting reassurance. Is that what you mean?".

“I don’t know, Winona. None of this feels real.” Her voice breaks, and she presses her hands against the counter, her head bowed. “I’m so angry at him. I’m so damn angry. Why did he have to do this?” I move closer, keeping my voice gentle. “I know. And it’s not fair. None of it is. But you’re allowed to feel everything. The anger, the disbelief, the confusion—it’s all valid.” She lets out a shaky breath, lifting her head to meet my gaze. “I wish he loved me enough to stick around.”