Tag: Hope

Recovery is Being Generous to Yourself.

Yesterday, I wrote that “There is no hypocrisy in recovery.” link As survivors of narcissistic abuse, we have all made pledges that quote “I won’t be fooled again” and “I will never ignore red flags again”, “I learned my lesson”, etcetera. But maybe you will fall off the self-esteem wagon. Maybe you will get lonely Read More

It feels good to have a paycheck!

I don’t even know how much I got paid today, simply because I haven’t looked. Yet, I knew I had enough to go grocery shopping – and that feels awesome (: I joined the warehouse club where everything comes in 20-packs and I am slowly buying the items that everyone needs to run a household: toilet Read 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 Read More

Recovery Takes a Detour.

Exactly 4 weeks ago, I quote <<upgraded>> from a part-time job in retail, where my primary responsibilities were a) hanging up clothes and b) cashiering to a full-time <<career opportunity>> as the Lead Sales Manager at a scratch-and-dent appliance store (i.e. refrigerators, built-in dishwashers, washers and dryers, freezers, ovens, etcetera) From my point of view, I Read More

When it’s good, it’s so good.

I was so myself tonite! (my old self, before David the abuse) I was awesome at work. I rang up customer after customer, made them laugh, made them feel good. I sold a record number of new credit cards. I handled the busy times with laughter and patience. My coworkers were happy to be around Read More

Re: SexyBeast.

SexyBeast was my first husband. I left him 20 years ago, and he didn’t understand why. To him, it seemed like it came out of nowhere and he was devastated. He fought hard to get me to change my mind, but I don’t ever change my mind. There was nothing he could do to make Read More

Remembering the Narcissist and the Mania.

Today I unpacked a box from Israel and found one of my homemade, inspirational posters that was dated “20 June 2013”. I can’t upload a photograph of the poster because it has David’s real name on it, inside a pink and purple heart, of course; but the poster says this: What would I be able Read More

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