Your Feelings Are Valid Novels & Stories

“…And now it just feels all weird. I can’t say he definitely did anything wrong, and yet… Yet I feel so betrayed by him right now. Am I totally off point here, or is this… Is this emotion justified?” “Feelings don’t have to be justifiable to be felt,” Camille said, smiling sadly. “You can convince yourself all you want that it was a totally selfish desire you had, wishing he’d jumped from his chair in that conference room, ran around to your side of the table and swept you into his arms, supporting you through all of it with no concern for himself, but the fact of the matter remains, that was what you wanted, and when he didn’t fulfill your needs, it hurt.” “But—”

"I like the way you make me feel." "How does it feel?" "It's indescribable. You make me feel safe and warm. Loved and protected. Every time I'm with you, I feel like I'm floating on cloud nine. Like, nothing can ever go wrong. That's how it feels." "You make me feel the same way. No one has ever made me feel this way, Elle. You're my world. And, I will never let anything bad happen to you." "Thank you. For loving me. Even when I was broken."

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“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.

“You’re stronger than that.” Frustration flared within me, a battle of emotions raging as I voiced what was lurking beneath. “But it hurts, Jenna! It hurts to watch him with her. That kiss…” I faltered, dread flooding my voice as I recalled the sight of them together, the way he had devoured her in a moment. She regarded me quietly as I wrestled with my thoughts. “It’s okay to feel hurt,” she said at last, her tone gentle as she squeezed my arm encouragingly. “What he’s doing doesn’t invalidate how you feel. You’re allowed to hurt.”

I also, if I am being completely honest, did not want him to know that I was less certain about my position than I had appeared when we talked. Here is the thing about feelings versus rules. I believe feelings matter. I believe them completely. I have always been a person who trusted what she felt, who understood that the body and the heart knew things before the brain caught up, who could read a room by walking into it and sense the emotional temperature before anyone had said a word. Feelings were real and they were important and anyone who dismissed them did not understand how much of human life they organized. But I also knew, because I was not silly, that feelings could be wrong.

I never really wanted to become vocal with my feelings because I thought it was a weakness. And I didn't want people to think that I was weak. Yet Enrique made me realize that being true to your feelings isn't a weakness. It's more of a power that makes you feel like you're invincible when you're with someone with whom your feelings are mutual. That even if there would be people who'd probably be there to destroy the both of you--you'd know that at the end of the day, it's the both of you against the world. It was a beautiful kind of feeling--it might be happy and sad--but there's this assurance that someone will be there for you until the darkness is gone, someone who won't go away without

“You hold submissions too long. You fight dirty. You escalate when you’re angry. That gets you killed.” “You’re the one who said I should fight dirty. God, you sound like Luca.” “I sound right.” “You sound like an asshole.” His eyes went cold. “And you sound immature.” Oh, this one hurt. “Immature?” I repeated. “You let your feelings control your decisions.” “At least I have feelings,” I shot back. “Feelings don’t keep you alive,” he said quietly. “No,” I said, throat tight, “but they make you human.” “And humans die first.”

"You've never done that to me but it feels as if you're doing it right now I didn't deal with the secret of you didn't tell me and the incident at the hospital probably it feels as if I forgot to feel again and process what I was feeling I should be able to be free enough to tell you what I'm feeling at a certain point in time but it was as if I can't tell you sometimes because you think that my fears are baseless or my emotions are invalid." " In all honesty you need to give me a chance because I know that I tend to be a bit practical when it comes to emotions and dealing with things. If I have made you feel like your feelings are invalid it's not that I don't understand your love language