Your Feelings Are Valid Novels & Stories

"What if I'm overreacting? Making a big deal out of nothing because I'm insecure?" "Or what if your instincts are right?" Seraphina counters. "What if you're finally seeing patterns you've been taught to ignore? Jolie, you spent your whole life in a pack that told you your perceptions were wrong, your pain didn't matter, your feelings were invalid. Maybe it's time to start trusting yourself." The words resonate deeper than they should. My whole life, I've been told I'm too sensitive, too emotional, too weak. What if I'm doing the same thing now? Dismissing my own valid concerns because I'm afraid of being difficult?

” Admitting my feelings made me feel like something was ripping open inside of me. “I tried,” I added. “God knows I tried. I told myself she used me. That everything we had was fake.” “And do you believe that?” Zara asked in a low whisper. “No, I don't even believe my words. Because if it was fake then why does it feel like this?” Zara’s eyes were filled with tears as she watched me express my feelings. “Why does it feel like someone ripped something out of my chest and just left me like this?” I continued.

she was crying into my shoulder now "stop this, don't feel guilty over anything, you can't say you won't have a baby because you are my protector, you also have your life to live" I can't be selfish here "please, stop crying, I will learn how to fight if that will make you feel better, nothing will happen to me" "Are you sure," she asked "yes, am sure, and have you inform Bryan" "not yet, I wanted to be sure of it first" "both of you should not blame yourselves for this, it's both of your life and I and Jasper also have our life to live"

I say and he looks at me like I cursed him out. “You make it sound so simple.” He says looking at me hurt. “I’m sorry if I’m making it seem that way. I am not trying to make you feel like your feelings are not valid. I respect and value your feelings; I’m just trying to make sense of this so I can be able to heal. If I’m honest with you, this hurts. It hurts more than any other break up I’ve had. You and I were never together but it feels like you’ve had the best parts of me.’ I say honestly, it feels like a kick in the gut.

It's okay to feel hurt; emotions are a part of who we are. For a moment, I couldn't find my voice, my mind reeling from the surreal experience. But then, a sense of calm washed over me, as if my wolf's presence was a guiding force, reminding me of my strength and resilience. "Thank you," I whispered, my voice trembling, unsure if she could hear my response. "I just... It hurts, you know? I thought he cared about me, but maybe I was just a temporary amusement to him." You are worth more than someone's fleeting interest, Sydney. Your worth is not defined by how others see you. You are strong, kind, and brave. Never forget that.

"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.

Now, looking at her, every breath feels like a confession. I already know what she feels. I’ve seen it in the way her pulse jumps when I touch her, in how her voice slightly raises when she is exicted about something or her voice turns soft when she is sharing her feelings. Still, there’s this stupid rush in my chest, waiting for her to say something. Because sometimes words matter. They make things real. Feelings are wild, unstable things until you give them a voice. Once they’re spoken, they can’t hide anymore. They stop being maybes.

Found moment to just be. Thorne found me. Always finding me. Always knowing when I needed him. Always being present. "You did good," he said. Sitting beside me. Close enough to touch. Close enough to feel. Close enough to be real. "I don't feel good," I admitted. "I feel tired. Sad. Guilty. Overwhelmed. Everything." "That's because you're human," he said. "Because you care. Because you feel. That's not weakness. That's strength. Real strength. Feeling everything and continuing anyway. That's courage. That's everything."

"You don't get to tell me how I feel." "Then tell me I'm wrong." Kade moved even closer, his eyes searching mine. "Tell me you don't care that he risked everything to protect you, tell me it doesn't matter." I opened my mouth, then closed it because I didn't know what to say. Did it matter? Part of me was angry at Thorne for interfering but another part, a part I didn't want to admit existed, felt something else. Not love, not anymore but maybe... validation? Proof that I wasn't as worthless as he'd made me feel that night?

I paused before whispering, “Sometimes I forget that my feelings are supposed to matter too.” “Your feelings matter,” Adrienne replied firmly. “Even if the situation is complicated, you still deserve to be honest about what you feel.” He squeezed my hand gently before adding, “I won't force you to choose me, but I won't make you feel ashamed for caring about me either.” His words settled somewhere deep inside me.