I put my hands on her shoulders and bent my knees, so we made eye contact. Her lips puffed into a pout, trembling, and she hung her head, continuing to shed tears. The last time I saw a woman cry was one of the girls I dated for a couple days when she lost her cell phone and I ditched her at a rock show because of it. With Samantha, though, it hurt me seeing her so upset and I needed to fix it. Pulling her into my arms, I squeezed her tightly and pressed my lips to her hair. In the pit of my jacket, she continued to sob. We stood there for what felt like an hour before she finally pulled away, but I would have stood there all night if it meant knowing she was okay.
I am an author focused on positivity, motivation, and emotional healing. As a nurse, I have seen how mindset, hope, and encouragement influence both mental and physical well-being. My healthcare experience inspires my writing, which is centered on uplifting readers, building self-belief, and promoting inner strength. Through my books, I aim to offer comfort, motivation, and reassurance that healing, growth, and positivity are always possible, even in life’s most challenging moments.View all by JESS TAYLOR
