Your Feelings Are Valid Novels & Stories

"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

“You lied to me, flower.” “About what?” Her voice wobbled. “You’re nervous,” I replied, gripping her chin delicately between my thumb and forefinger. I tilted her face up until her eyes met mine, their hazel depths shimmering with uncertainty. “In as much as I want you to carry yourself with confidence, Flower, don’t ever feel the need to hide your real emotions. It’s okay to feel out of place or overwhelmed sometimes. It doesn’t make you weak; it makes you human.”

Realizing shame had shaped more than I knew. One night, I sat on the edge of our bed again, a familiar position during life shifts. “I don’t know how to feel,” I admitted. Grayson sat beside me. “You don’t have to choose one feeling.” “I’m angry she hid it.” “Valid.” “I’m sad she felt she had to.” “Also valid.” “I’m… glad Ava exists.” Grayson smiled softly. “That’s the one that matters.” I leaned into him. “Do you think this makes our family stronger? Or more complicated?”

They kept on asking me if I am doing okay and if I probably cry, they will just surely tell me that everything will be fine or try to stop me from crying even more. But Ford says different words. "It's okay to feel sad and hurt about it. It's okay not to be okay for a while. It's okay to cry hard if you feel like crying. You don't have to keep saying you are okay, Kate. While you have that feelings inside you, it's okay to dwell on it for a while. Let yourself mourn and be sad, Kate. Grasp it fully until the feelings itself will help you move forward."

“But he has to really talk. It can’t just be just you talking about feelings. You both need to be involved h It’s good advice. And he’s being friendly. Like legitimately friendly. Not how guys are when they want to get in your pants, or because they think you have great tits. He’s being a good human being, and I love that. “Thank you for talking to me,” I say. “I know I’ve said that already, but seriously. You’ve helped me feel better. I’ve really needed this. I’m in a foreign country, and it feels like I’m all alone.”

"How did you feel?" "I felt... abandoned," I said, my voice breaking. "You felt like you had been left behind like you weren't good enough for her," the voice said. "You felt like you weren't worth loving." I nodded, unable to speak. The memories were too raw, too painful. "But you are worth loving," the voice continued. "And you are not alone. You have people who care about you, and who want to protect you. Do you believe that?" I hesitated, and then I nodded. "Yes," I said, my voice stronger now. "I do."

"I'm sorry I broke down like that. I just feel so... helpless." My wife smiled, her eyes filled with compassion. "You don't have to apologize," she said. "You're allowed to feel helpless. You're allowed to feel angry and hurt. But what you're not allowed to do is let those feelings consume you. You have to find a way to let go, to move on." I nodded, feeling a sense of determination wash over me. I knew she was right. I knew I had to find a way to let go of all the anger and hurt that had been building up inside me for so long.

It is an important document to be emailed to investors, investors he needed to support his international cause. However, my mind was diverted to what my ex therapist, Dr Guaven said. He said “It’s not your fault that you feel the urge to date and dump when you like. It’s a normal phase to go through after the loss of a loved ones, Don’t be hard on yourself. Try to accept the love they give you” Till now I haven’t met the right one yet. I take a look at the proposal again and sent it to Claudia after giving up on trying to read it.

Right now, I’m holding onto what we shared together and using it at the forefront of my mind to push the bad memories away. A part of me is relieved I have Gemma to help me through these new emotions because she reminds me that everything I feel is valid. And I realize all I’ve ever wanted to feel is true validation and especially from myself. I’m welcome to be my own person here, and I am forever grateful for every ounce of support. After my session, I head downstairs to the kitchen, kneading my fingers into the muscles behind my neck. I wince at the tenderness of my flesh.

"But you're Rafael Achilles Cordova." Remembering how sweetly she professed her love to another man and the taunting ring on her finger, I mumbled, "Sometimes that doesn't matter. She already has someone else in her life." I sighed heavily and gave her a despondent smile, "It's just something I need to get over. Hopefully, these worthless feelings of mine will fade with time." "They're not worthless. You can't control your feelings. They are a part of you, so you shouldn't beat yourself up over it."