Narcissistic abuse doesn’t just change you. It drafts you into their game, forces you into roles that aren’t yours, and convinces you they’re your only way to survive. I still remember the moment it hit me. At a holiday dinner, my younger brother made a small mistake and spilled juice on the table. Instead of ... Read more
Grieving someone who’s still alive is one of the most misunderstood experiences you can ever go through. People assume grief is reserved for death, but when the person you’ve lost is technically “still here,” the ache becomes invisible. I remember standing in the kitchen after yet another blow-up with my mother. It wasn’t one of ... Read more
When you set a boundary with a narcissistic gaslighter, you’re not just protecting yourself. You’re pulling the plug on their favorite mind game. For years, I believed boundaries were about “being polite but firm” or “keeping the peace.” In families where others rewrite your history or mock your emotions, boundaries take on a heavier meaning. ... Read more
Cutting the narcissist loose isn’t the end of a relationship. It’s the start of your strategic comeback. The first time I walked away, I remember sitting in my room, and suddenly realizing I could breathe without bracing for someone’s explosion. What startled me wasn’t the silence but the peace inside it. For years, my energy ... Read more
They all use the same script. Narcissistic men, no matter the age, profession, or how charming they appear, tend to recycle the same lines. Almost word for word. It’s like they have a dusty old playbook they pass around. Each chapter is dedicated to pulling you in, keeping you hooked, and making you doubt your ... Read more
You could have them cornered with undeniable proof. They’ll still look you in the eye and deny everything. I remember the day I finally caught my mother in a contradiction so blatant that even my siblings froze. She had told one version of a story to my aunt, another to my cousin, and a completely ... Read more
The body will call out a narcissist before your brain dares to. I didn’t always believe that. For years, I thought my random aches, sudden nausea, or sleepless nights were just “stress” or maybe something was wrong with me. But I remember one time, my mother had barely said a word, yet I suddenly felt ... Read more
The hardest part wasn’t leaving the narcissists. It was learning how to live with my own mind afterward. When the shouting and chaos stopped, I thought I’d finally have peace. But the silence was worse. In that silence, my mother’s voice lived on inside my head, sharper than ever. My younger brother’s mocking words echoed ... Read more
It was 2 AM, and I was lying in bed staring at the ceiling. My body was exhausted, but my mind was running in circles. I kept rerunning every word I’d said to my mother earlier that day. Did I sound disrespectful? Should I have explained myself differently? What if she twists it when she ... Read more
You were never the problem. You were the one who saw the problem. I can still picture one holiday dinner like it was yesterday. My mother was retelling an old story, only she twisted it so the spotlight landed on me. I was labeled “difficult” again. My younger brother shook his head at me, and ... Read more
