Your Feelings Are Valid Novels & Stories

And how important it is to think that all emotions and feelings are valid. "Yes, you have. Jess is always there for you. And of course, I am always here for you. We won't leave your side." I sighed, thinking that I should stop talking about Ethan anymore. "I understand you, baby. Your feelings are valid. If you don't want to meet your father-" "What if he won't accept me, mom?" He looked up at me while pouting his lips. My eyes widened and my chest tightened because of that thought. I caressed my son's face as a lone tear fell on my right eye.

” 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.

He said. "You mean I will force her to love me back?" "Its not what I mean, sometimes our heart can say yes instantly if we love that someone or not. Just make her feel that she was very special to you. Every woman likes it." He said. "But how? I'm just new to love." I said. "Everyone is also new to love. Okay let me ask you one thing." He said then he thinks first. "What?" I asked while waiting him to speak again.

,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.

I playfully query. “What do you think?” “So this is what it’s like when you can confide in a friend and they won’t laugh at you or tell you your feelings are wrong.” It’s such a relief. That moment of finally being truly understood, of having someone who validates your emotions instead of dismissing them. It’s like a weight has been lifted, knowing you’re not alone in what you’re feeling. It makes all the difference. “Friends?!” His voice went up a pitch.

“You need that. And remember, it’s okay to feel whatever you’re feeling. Anger, sadness, frustration—it’s all valid. Just don’t let it consume you.” I looked over at her, seeing the concern in her eyes, and I felt a surge of gratitude. “I won’t. I promised. I’m not going to let Justin take any more from me than he already has. He doesn’t get to dictate how I live my life anymore.” “That’s the spirit,” Aunt Lou said with approval, her smile widening. “And whatever comes next, just know that you’re not alone. We’ll get through this together.”

"I want you here, want your warmth, want your presence even though I know I shouldn't. I'm so messed up, Luca.... so confused about what I feel, what's real, what's just trauma response." "You don't have to figure it out tonight," Luca said softly. "You can just feel what you feel without requiring it to make sense or follow logical patterns." "That's what you keep saying," Sienna observed. "Because it's true," Luca said. "And because I need you to know, whatever you're feeling, however contradictory or complicated—it's valid.

"I'll try my best to get rid of this, okay? I'll try my best now that I finally heard your side. Gosh, I'm so stupid for acting that way. Marrah's right, I'm indeed petty. I was so childi—" "No, Avianna. Don't even think of that," Mirco cuts me off in a serious yet soft voice. "Just like what Joshua said, your feelings are valid. Your doubts are valid, because that's what we unintentionally made you feel. Don't feel guilty about it. You have every right to feel that way." "Don't think it's childish to feel that way, okay? It isn't," Zen said. I nodded my head in understanding then I smiled. "I love you. The both of you," I said.

The confusion and pain in her voice was something I recognized all too well. "Okay, first things first," I said, settling more comfortably on the bed. "You need to stop questioning your own feelings. What you felt was real, regardless of what he felt or didn't feel. Your emotions are valid." "Second," Pippa added, "he's the one who has problems, not you. Anyone who could be that cruel to someone who cared about them has serious issues." Sarah shook her head. "You don't understand. You don't know what this feels like. To think you found your person and then discover they were never yours at all."

“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.