Your Feelings Are Valid Novels & Stories

"But maybe on Christmas or a few days after Christmas." "But I'm scared," I say truthfully. "Yeah, I know. But that feeling isn't going to go away," she says and shakes her head. "You're young and it's okay to feel the way you're feeling. You feel hurt and fucking angry all at once. You have every right to feel that way." "I also feel hatred," I state which causes her to nod. "Towards your men or towards the girls?" She asks which causes me to look down at my thighs.

I chuckled sarcastically, "Even you don't believe me. So why do I expect him to care." "Where will you go, packing all your things like this?" "I don't know, I just want to get out of here. I think I need to clear my mind because I don't know why my chest is so heavy.” I couldn't finish my sentence, burying my face in my hands, soaking it up with tears. My mum pulled me into her arms. "It's okay, honey. It's just because you're in love, and it's fine. It's totally valid to feel this way, I promise."

“Frustration. Anger. Maybe a little bit of contempt. There are a lot of things that you don't know, so please keep in mind that she’s earned what I feel for her.” I shake my head. “Even if she hasn't earned them, feelings are valid. What you feel is absolutely acceptable.” I don't want him to think that he needs to explain himself or that he's only allowed to be upset or frustrated or feel contempt for someone if they've done something so horrific to him that there’s no other option. He hesitates for a moment before speaking softly. “Thank you for that.”

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I needed to believe her. “Your feelings are valid, Aria,” she continued, her voice a low, soothing murmur. “You’re allowed to be sad. You’re allowed to be angry. You’re allowed to be confused. You’re allowed to grieve. But you are not allowed to blame yourself. You have been through enough. You don’t deserve to carry that guilt, too.”

“Thank you, prof. I’ll have to go.” As Celine opened the door, Prof. Henares called her, “Celine,” he said. Celine looked at him from the door. “Remember, all the emotions in this world make us human, and we may feel that towards each other. It’s okay to be angry, sad, and happy. We are entitled to do those. Your feelings are valid, and so theirs.” Celine half-smiled. Then left the professor’s office. From that day, Celine still can’t open up herself and her heart to anyone. But, at least, she got her pen and paper — a piece of her still lives with the world.

It's almost as if my feelings are independent entities that defy rational explanation and refuse to be subdued. Your senses are working to make sense of the environment around you while your heart is pounding, your lungs are expanding and contracting, and your heart is pumping. You are a live, breathing entity that is brimming with vigor and bursting with energy. You are a human being, which means that you have the intrinsic capacity to feel emotional distress, and it is perfectly acceptable for you to recognise and communicate those sentiments to other people. My heart feels like an open wound that won't stop bleeding, and no matter how hard I try to stop the flow, I know deep down that the

"I'm saying you're letting yourself feel so much that it stopped you from thinking critically. I'm not blaming you for feeling that way, I'm trying to help you get out of that habit." "Feels like invalidation to me." "It's not invalidating when I'm acknowledging it." "If it's done in reverse. How would you feel if I said those words to you? Knowing well enough that I'm sensitive and ruled with emotions." "Honest?" "Yes, honest." "I would appreciate it. Sensations can make you vulnerable, which eventually leads you to become weak if you don't know how to deal with it. This world is full of shit. You have to be smart enough to live and survive. Being emotional and sensitive wouldn't lead you t

"I think I spent so long being told that my feelings didn't matter, that my point of view was wrong, and that my reality wasn't real. Now that other people are validating my experience, it feels like oxygen. Like I was suffocating and someone finally opened a window." "That makes sense," Dr. Mendel responded. "But oxygen isn't a permanent solution. You need more than oxygen to live. You need food, water, and shelter. You need things that keep you alive from the inside." "So what do you mean? That I shouldn't care about the good answers?"

,I say in between breaks, trying hard to not cry. I bite the inside of my cheek when Nikhil pulls me into a hug. Till when should I keep validating my feelings? To strangers. To friends. To Nikhil. To Nikhil too, now.