Your Feelings Are Valid Novels & Stories

"You may think that is what it is, but it isn’t." Isn’t like? Who the hell was he to tell me what I did or didn’t feel? I was pretty damn sure I knew my feelings better than him. "I do," I argue. "When I’m with you, I feel safe, and I get butterflies. When I’m not with you, you’re all I can think about, and when I need someone the most, you’re the only person I can think of. My heart beats like crazy just from a single look or smile from you. How can you possibly say that I don't know my own feelings?"

I softened, moaning into his touch, not knowing when the tears started dripping. Everything I had endured, I cried on his chest. My pain. My tears. My feelings felt validated, and God, did I just want that. I've always wanted that. “What's wrong, baby?” “I can't anymore. I hate that they all hurt me this much and I can't do anything. Even if I find it annoying. Even if I can't stand it, they somehow rub it in my face,” I said between sobs. “Why can't I just heal from it? Why do they have to live their lives like they didn't hurt me? Like they didn't make me feel less of myself? Why do they have to invalidate my feelings and then walk about like they're not in the wrong?”

She said as she moved back to the edge of the bed. "Don't do that, don't belittle my feelings, what I feel is valued" I muttered as I sat down back on the couch. " Nobody is saying other wise. I'm just saying that you are being too hard on yourself, you have loved this guy since what?, I mean he was literally all you talked about in highschool even if he was a major red flag then. So allow your body a little space for vulnerability" She said looking at me.

“Yes. He’s not. And I clearly remember that because I’m not as stupid as you’re trying to make me, but he’s polluting your mind. See how you’re talking back to me?!” “I’m not talking back, Mom. I’m just trying to reason out this situation.” To be honest, I feel like I’m losing it. And it started when River told me about the things that I just wanted someone to tell me before. When he validated my feelings. When he told me that I’m enough as I am. When he fought for me, I could feel his sincerity more than the other people who were related to me by blood, even if we had just met recently.

"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?"

He felt ruined. Why would she still put up with someone like him? He felt like he didn't deserve it. "Monsters don't feel emotions. They don't feel guilty. They never want to get better. But, you're not a monster, Val. Everyone makes mistakes. You made a mistake, but you can redeem yourself. You have to stop beating yourself up. You're the strongest person I've ever met. I'm here with you now. I'm not going anywhere, Val. We're friends now" she said to him.

"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?

"He can be overwhelming. It already feels like he's part of my life in ways I wasn't ready for." "You can't control where he fits and you don't like not being in control. I think I get it." "Is that wrong?" "No. Those are your feelings. You're allowed to feel however you want to. It's what you do with them that matter. So, what are you going to do?"

He knows he has to shut the fuck up or I'm really going to blow up. "I know it's not your fault, I was the one who decided to leave, but you have no right to be annoyed by my feelings because they are valid. And I even try to deal with them in my own head so we don't fight, but turns out that annoys you too." "They are valid, but you need to find a way to not let them have so much hold on you anymore. I already apologized and I'll apologize a thousand more times if you need that, but, baby, I need you to try to let it go. For your sake.”

“You realize it’s okay to be selfish?” Jo looked at me like I grew three heads. “Excuse me?” “You do so much for everyone else and very little for yourself. You’re important too and these feelings are valid. Why do you hide them like it’s a weakness?” “Because you didn’t.” “I didn’t have a choice, and it’s not in my blood. Jo, you are good. Untouched heart of love and everything that is good. This is a very dark world we are in right now. It’s okay to feel this way.”