So I’m at work, closing the store in an hour, and there are no customers. So I thought I could do a blog post. I moved out of my brother’s house. He was giving me terrible panic attacks, the worst I’ve ever had in my life. You might argue that I am responsible for how
I’ve been doing this thing on Facebook where I share “5 Positives” each night before bed; but tonight’s post would be: I’m positive that today sucked. I started a beautiful new life by moving out of my brother’s house, getting off of my brother’s couch, and renting my own room from a person who is
WordPress says: “It’s been 25 days since you published I Forgive The Narcissist. ” And it has zero likes! I laughed when I saw that. What’s wrong with you people? I finally turned my corner. Three YEARS it took me to get to a serene place and not one reader hits “Like”! I get it. You are holding
Rebekah I’m sorry I should have been more specific this afternoon when we sorta talked. I can’t or couldn’t (depending on when you read this) see you tonight because I was afraid to! As I said for the past five nights in a row you have treated me like poison for 5 different reasons.
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,
Aargh! I’m supposed to be writing about Recovery (from narcissistic abuse), but I don’t know what to say. It’s been 2 whole years since I slit my wrists… and died. I’m happy to say that I feel like My Old Self again, which is like moving all the game pieces back to the “Start Here”
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
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