Purple Rain. 26 April 2016.

Poor Prince died this week, from undetermined causes, although it is clear that he did NOT commit suicide nor was he murdered. He wasn’t feeling well and then he just dropped dead. It happens. He was only 57 years old. NY Times obituary All of his interviews and live shows have been airing on television and I watched the most interesting show about how Prince battled the MUSIC INDUSTRY to change the working conditions for all record label SLAVE laborers. “SLAVE TRADE: HOW PRINCE RE-MADE THE MUSIC BUSINESS” on AXS-TV Prince foresaw in 1987 that downloadable music would replace vinyl and CD’s – (more…)

And the Secret to Recovery from Narcissistic Abuse is… Chiropractic Adjustment.

Let’s look back at how I was feeling: 13July2015. I haven’t been writing this week because I’ve been in a deep, dark funk. I don’t want to be here anymore. I want to stop existing. This is not the same as having suicidal thoughts, although I would step over a cliff if I could do it without being seen; but not anything active (versus passive). I was thinking more along the lines of seeing a giant whirlpool open up in the carpet and suck me into non-existence just like some cheesy special effect in a Dr. Who episode. The carpet absorbs me. (more…)

I had an Epiphany about the Narcissist.

I’ve been working on creating an audiobook about the Jewish daily prayers. I was doing a segment explaining what a brit is (a covenant) and I had an epiphany about the narcissist. Basically, I was explaining how I loved the narcissist unconditionally. I compared my love for David to the way God feels about us, which is to say that no matter what I do, God will never abandon me. He is right by my side, even when I behave like a rotten stinker. In a thunderclap moment, I realized that something was wrong with what I was saying. I stopped to (more…)

Writer’s Block.

I’ve been having trouble writing lately because I believe that Recovery is boring. Who wants to read about somebody who got dressed in the morning, made it to work on time, sold refrigerators, finished her shift, picked up fried chicken from a drive-thru restaurant, ate it in from of the television, and then went to bed? It’s boring, right? Now stories about the narcissist, those are exciting! Both exciting to read and exciting to write. I can’t believe the crazy shit they do! But, unfortunately, their cruelties are real. Stories about narcissists get the blood flowing. Then there’s Recovery. The thing is, (more…)

Red Flags that Your Lover is Abusive.

I am re-posting this image because it is a snapshot of my ex-marriage to my ex-abuser. Conversations went like this: ignore me yawn avoid eye contact interrupt mention some mistake I made 3 years ago deny talk thru me or shout over me be dismissive hijack the conversation Please share this:Click to share on Twitter (Opens in new window)Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window)Click to share on Pinterest (Opens in new window)Click to share on Tumblr (Opens in new window)Click to share on Pocket (Opens in new window)Click to share on Google+ (Opens in new window)Click to share (more…)

Disney’s Descendants, Unicorns, Love, and HSP’s.

The heroine says:Love is not weak or ridiculous. It’s actually really amazing. I’ve been watching this kid’s movie, “Disney’s Descendants”, about the children of villains, who are given scholarships to attend a prestigious prep school. Will the kids continue to be hooligans? Or will they seize the opportunity to become good citizens? This movie plot has all of my favorite elements (and more): movie_list gorgeous costumes and imaginative settings grand battle between good and evil protagonist raised by an evil guardian people are not whom they seem to be good friends stick together magick is a neutral tool hero is changed (more…)

A New Job.

In two days, I work my final shift at the clothing store. My lovely, responsibility-free, part-time job is over – and it’s time. I took that job because I had a nervous breakdown after the narcissist discarded me. I needed work that required nothing of me (a job that is frequently given to autistic adults) yet would give me some spending money. I found that combination at the clothing store. I would go in, hang up some clothes, pick up random merchandise that got scattered around the store, and put things back where they belonged. A place for everything and everything in (more…)