I wanted the toxic abuse to end. I wanted my peace back. Now I have it. And….well…it is lonely. No one told me healing would be so very lonely. I grew up with a toxic, overbearing, narcissistic mother whom I knew had a certain contempt for me my whole life. …

“You’re too sensitive!” This was a sentence that used to be used to shame me. But today, I wear it as a badge of honor. I am a sensitive person. All my life I have felt very deeply. I would (and still do) shed a tear at the plight of…

I have come to see that life — in so many ways — boils down to one thing. TRUTH. In knowing this — truth — we know ourselves and our purpose. The question is — will you believe the Truth or the lies? What is the truth? And how is…

I have been on this healing journey from narcissistic abuse for years. Finally….No one is abusing me. No one is hurting me. I am free. The “world is my oyster” as they say. Soooo….now what? As an introspective person, I find that I am always examining my own life. I…

I am a survivor of narcissistic abuse as the child of a wildly controlling and manipulative mother, then subsequently an abandoned wife of a covert narcissist. I think I have enough life experience to speak on this subject. But then I ask myself why it is a subject at all. …

Forgive and forget, they say. Time heals all wounds, they say. Hmmm….what else do “they” say? I’ll tell you what I say — Don’t ever forget what the narcissist did to you. As I heal from the narcissistic abuse from my toxic husband of over 20 years, I have discovered…

One thing that no one told me about the aftermath of narcissistic abuse is the pervasive fear that follows me. It taunts me with the lie that things can go terribly wrong at any time. No matter how far along I have come in healing from narcissistic abuse… no matter…

I truly never thought that my covert narcissistic husband would get to the ‘hoovering’ stage of his crazy abusive soap opera. But, once again, he took a page right out of the narcissist’s playbook and implemented that technique. I must say I was surprised…even though I shouldn’t be. But my…

I hate the word depression. It signifies, to me, a disarming of my senses, a crippling of my strength. I refused the word for so long. But as the wave of chaos, drama, and absolute destruction of my life continued after the aftermath of 20+ years of narcissistic abuse, I…