Tag: narcissistic abuse

  • Healing isn’t a straight line. Some days I function, but only in body. Some days the thoughts creep back in. This is an honest account of the last three days—acknowledging the struggle, owning what’s mine, and refusing to carry someone…

    When Healing Feels Like Floating: Owning My Struggles, Not Theirs
  • A reflection on divorce delays, manipulation, and reclaiming peace by refusing to stay trapped in someone else’s need for control.

    The Illusion of Control
  • When a narcissist calls you a narcissist, it’s projection—an attempt to rewrite history and keep you trapped in their narrative. The urge to defend yourself is strong, but the truth is they don’t care, and nothing you say will ever…

    The Power of Silence: Breaking Free from a Narcissist’s Grip
  • Some days I can laugh at the narrative being spread about me, other days it stings. But with resilience, distance, and a focus on my own growth, I’m finding freedom. Work wins, good friends, and real laughter are helping me…

    From Grief to Relief: Finding Strength, Peace, and a Sense of Normality
  • She claims she’s over me. She says she’s “upgraded.” Yet she still reads my blog, still references me, still rewrites the story. If she were truly secure in her choices, she wouldn’t need to. The reality? Narcissists never fully let…

    Why Narcissists Never Fully Let Go
  • Sometimes, it takes hearing your own words through someone else’s struggle to finally see things clearly. A conversation with a colleague reminded me that breakups don’t always have to be toxic — but when a narcissist is involved, they rarely…

    Seeing Myself Through Someone Else’s Story
  • After three weeks off work to deal with everything going on, I wasn’t sure I was ready to return. My head was still full — looping over everything that had happened. But that final weekend before I returned, something quietly…

    The Day I Remembered Who I Am
  • One day, you wake up. You wake up with clarity. The air feels fresher, and for the first time in what feels like forever, you’re not carrying that crippling tightness in your chest — the one that made it hard…

    The Day I Stopped Lying to Myself