WHERE MY HANDS LEARNED TO HEAL
- Reads 7
- Votes 0
- Parts 2
Ongoing<5 mins
Last published Thu, Aug 7, 2025
In the chaos of wards and the silence of waiting rooms, I found pieces of myself. What began with uncertain hands slowly turned into quiet strength-shaped by compassion, long nights, and moments that tested more than just skill. This is not just a story of learning how to care for others-it's about discovering the kind of strength that grows when no one's watching. It's about choosing purpose over comfort, heart over fear, and finding grace in the smallest victories. This is where healing began-with my own hands, and the soul behind them.
All Rights Reserved
Join the largest storytelling communityGet personalized story recommendations, save your favourites to your library, and comment and vote to grow your community.
You may also like
The Weight of Breathing
Every breath carries a story. Some are shallow, fleeting. Others are heavy - filled with memories, pain, and the quiet will to keep going. When life begins to lose its rhythm, when exhaustion settles deep into the bones, one girl must learn what it truly means to be alive - not just to survive. Through illness, recovery, and rediscovery, The Weight of Breathing unravels the delicate thread between body and soul, showing how health is not only about the heart that beats, but the reasons it keeps beating. This story reflects on the fragility of the human body and the quiet resilience hidden within everyday life. It's a journey through stillness, breath, and healing - and a reminder that sometimes, the smallest inhale can change everything.Complete
Stay A Little Longer
She spent her whole life learning how to stay silent. Raised in a strict Indian household, she grew up believing that freedom was a luxury and love was a danger. Between her parents' rules, their quiet partialities, and the constant fear of disappointing them, she learned to shrink herself, study harder than everyone, and hide her tears behind closed doors. And somewhere else, miles away from her world, lived a man who trusted nothing-not people, not promises, not the comfort of sleep. Life had taught him that the closer someone got, the quicker they left, so he built walls around himself and called it discipline. He wasn't cruel, but he was distant, the kind of person who kept conversations short and emotions shorter. Even in professional spaces he pushed people away, convinced that staying alone was safer than being disappointed again.Complete
Shades of lovers
This is a story of breaking and healing, of forgiving but not forgetting, of understanding and balance. It is not only something to enjoy, but something to learn from. Here are the things I did right, and the many things I did wrong. I give them to you, so that when love comes knocking, you will know what to do when you open the doorComplete
Oatley
She gave up Ethan so he could have his happy ending... now it's Oatley's turn to find hers.Complete
Two Years Too Late
They were strangers bound by an arranged marriage neither of them wanted. She, a quiet dreamer who had secretly loved him for years. He, a pragmatic man who saw marriage as an obligation, not an emotion. For two years, they lived as roommates - her world revolving around him, and his life quietly orbiting her without realizing it. Until one night, a phone call could have changed everything - if only he had picked up. That night changed her. The woman who once waited for love now wanted freedom. But by the time he finally saw what she meant to him... she was already gone. And some mistakes take years to heal - even if love never really leaves.Complete
The Process of Being Human: From Wounds to Wisdom in the Human Experience
I'm slowly posting chapters from my finished manuscript. It's a psychological exploration of how we grow, adapt, and make sense of ourselves - written from both personal experience and years in clinical practice. Feel free to leave comments, reflections, or challenges - I'm genuinely interested in how these ideas land for you.
𝑰 𝑫𝑰𝑫𝑵'𝑻 𝑫𝑰𝑬, 𝑰 𝑺𝑼𝑹𝑽𝑰𝑽𝑬𝑫.
They thought I'd break. That I'd disappear into silence. But I survived. Not for revenge, not for pity - but because my story was never meant to end there. This is the unfiltered truth of a girl who chose to rise through betrayal, fear, isolation... and found strength in survival.
The Beat of a Battered Heart
She was unexpected. He was out of her league. And yet...through time and tragedy, their love endures. She is his...and he is hers. And together they learn nothing is more brave than the beat of a battered heart...Complete
Counting Sheep: Turkey( Hetalia fic)
So this was what it felt like... to care for someone so deeply. The ghost of a smile passed my lips. Caring was going to kill me and all these symptoms were proof. Welcome to the counting sheep series.Complete
Brutally yours
To the quiet girls with stormy hearts. To the boys who feel too much but show too little. To those who were never chosen first - but loved like they were the last. This story is for the unseen, the unheard, the untamed. For every soul who thought they were "too soft" for this world - and found someone who didn't just see their softness, but protected it with fire. For anyone who still believes that love isn't always gentle - but when it's real, it is brutally honest, brutally fierce, and brutally yours. And most of all - To the one who dreams loud in silence: This is your story. You just haven't lived it yet.Complete
Every breath carries a story. Some are shallow, fleeting. Others are heavy - filled with memories, pain, and the quiet will to keep going. When life begins to lose its rhythm, when exhaustion settles deep into the bones, one girl must learn what it truly means to be alive - not just to survive. Through illness, recovery, and rediscovery, The Weight of Breathing unravels the delicate thread between body and soul, showing how health is not only about the heart that beats, but the reasons it keeps beating. This story reflects on the fragility of the human body and the quiet resilience hidden within everyday life. It's a journey through stillness, breath, and healing - and a reminder that sometimes, the smallest inhale can change everything.
More detailsContent Guidelines