Healingera Stories

SAME SCRIPT is a story about marriage, betrayal, the lies men tell to make their leaving clean, and what it means when the woman who replaced you calls and says - he's doing it again. It is not a story about revenge. It is a story about clarity. And what two women build when they stop competing for a man neither of them should have trusted. Dual POV. Ellen and Cristina. Two timelines. One husband.

Heyy darlings, here is a small poem dedicated to the people in their healing journey. This poem uses the moon as a metaphor for healing. It transitions from self-harm to a place of patient recovery, all taking inspiration from the Lunar Cycle. It suggests that like the Lunar Cycle, the human life has its phases and that one should be patient and kind to themselves and heal from their painful past.

⋆. 𐙚 ̊🍊♪⋆.✮| 17 year old, Alana Rao is only looking for three things this summer. Number One: Get over a brutal breakup in the span of three months, Number Two: Find a way to have all of the life experiences she's missed in three months this summer before being bound to her home island of Oahu for the next four years at least, and Number Three: No matter what, DON'T catch feelings again, not for a long time. But what happens when Alana takes a summer trip to Barcelona, Spain, and meets a boy who shines in her desolate life like sunshine, she can't help but to be drawn in.

After an accident as a child, early trauma for myself developed. I was never seen and never understood, was always told that others had it worse. But, this does not mean that your problems don't matter. And, through realizing this I found myself. I am successful, understood, and love myself for who I am. I am writing this for those who are also feeling this struggle. Feeling so far away from finding out who you are and what you enjoy. How to let go of those problems that hold you back. How to reach as deep as you can to bring out the best version of yourself. How to heal, grow, accept, and evolve from everything life throws at you. Learning to say, I am here to stay. Welcome to the Self Care Club 🌹

(Unedited version) In Atlanta, heartbreak is big business-and Mr. Valentine is its most discreet solution. By day, he's a wildly successful image and rebrand consultant, hired to help people step into their next era. By night, he's a carefully kept secret on a women's platform for the jilted: a hired rebound man who helps women glow back up, reclaim their presence, and remind cheating exes exactly what they lost. It works every time. The women are seen again. The exes come crawling back. And Mr. Valentine disappears-paid, praised, and alone. He calls it professionalism. He never calls it loneliness. Then he meets her. Recently divorced from a cruel, controlling husband, she isn't looking for revenge-just clarity. As Mr. Valentine prepares to play his usual role, he starts uncovering truths about her marriage she never fully saw...and truths about himself he's spent years avoiding. The more she finds her voice, the harder it becomes for him to perform. For the first time, the glow-up isn't about being seen by an ex. It's about being seen by each other. And when the contract ends, Mr. Valentine has to decide if he'll do what he's always done-vanish-or finally stay long enough to be chosen. Because sometimes the greatest comeback isn't making someone jealous... it's realizing who was wrong for you all along.

Some people fear being alone. They call silence dangerous, loneliness tragic, solitude something to escape from. But what if being alone was never the enemy? This collection of poetry explores the quiet beauty of solitude. The soft morning sunlight through bedroom windows, music echoing against empty walls, forests breathing outside lonely homes, and city apartments filled with peaceful silence instead of noise. Not every lonely feeling is sadness. Sometimes being alone becomes freedom. Sometimes it becomes healing. Sometimes it becomes art. A melancholic poetry collection about silence, self-reflection, peace, and finding comfort in your own existence. For the people who learned how to make solitude feel like home.

Some stories are written with love. Others are written with lessons. This one is about giving your whole heart, losing yourself in the process, and finding the strength to choose yourself again. A story for anyone who has ever loved deeply, waited too long, and finally walked away. 💔✨

She framed her failure. He wrote _"Stay safe, Lerato."_ 4 years later, she's back. No degree. No Tshepo. Skin cancer. They said she looked worse. She called it an upgrade. The Ice Queen stopped melting for men. Now she's ready to freeze. ❄️

Teenage years are supposed to be fun, right? Yeah... Oyin missed that memo. Puberty didn't "glow her up", it dragged her. Life kept serving premium gbas gbos. God felt far. And being "the smart girl" suddenly stopped solving anything. This isn't a wild story. It's a true one.. raw, soft, and a little too relatable. A survival diary disguised as a book. Twenty phases of growing up without a manual: breaking, healing, repeating... and somehow still laughing through the chaos. If you've ever felt confused, overwhelmed, insecure, or like everyone else got life's instructions except you.. WELCOME !You're home. Read if you want something real, a little messy, and low-key comforting. Orr if you just want to feel seen for once. 🌚🤟🏾