Day of joy post: June 13, 2017 I am unpacking in my new home. My things have been in storage for two months. It has
The Narcissist told me I was nothing. He led me to believe I was unintelligent, lacked motivation, wasn’t attractive or sexy, wasn’t pleasant to be around. He succeeded, for a long time. Until I started wondering why he needed to battle me so. #Narcissist
Dear Current Self, It’s been thirty years since we lived with the Narcissist. Thirty years have gone by. The whole horrible experience seems like such
Oh, vacations. Vacations were when it was the two of us and we would feel more connected, more bonded. Right? Yet that’s never how it
I’m not healed yet, but I’m better than I once was. A year ago yesterday I wrote a long post about having made it through
I am a Virgo Sun (Libra cusp), Leo Moon, Cancer rising. To those in the know about astrology, this describes many important things about my
I moved out of our house one year ago today. One year ago was the last time I sat on my old red couch. It
I looked at the new supply’s Facebook profile again yesterday morning. I look every once in a while with the hope I’ll see some indication
I am triggered and my mental and emotional state respond accordingly. I am experiencing frustration with a client. Their behavior is reopening wounds that are
This is a throwback post; an entry from my journal from January 22, 2017. “Am in the air right now, flying back from DC. “We
This anecdote dates back to July of 2017, when I first decided to give post-Narcissistic-relationship dating a shot. I quickly decided dating was a miserable
Today would have been our five year anniversary. And honestly, I couldn’t have given any less of a fuck about it.
I am back east visiting family for the week and there are, as expected, things happening that are triggering memories of the years with the
Greetings from somewhere above the middle of the United States. I’m on my way back east to spend Passover with my family. On the one
One year ago yesterday was The Great Toothpaste Incident of 2017, when the Narcissist decided I was no longer deserving of toothpaste. March 27, 2017.