I was born to a narcissistic mother. Not the trendy label people throw around online. I mean the clinical reality. a woman who competed with her own daughter, who felt threatened by her child’s personality, who rationed warmth as if love had to be earned. She fractured my sense of self so deeply that I […]
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I didn’t grow up thinking something was wrong with me. I grew up thinking I was impressive. I was the quiet child. The responsible one. The girl who could read the room before anyone spoke. I knew when to lower my voice. When to agree. When to disappear. People called it maturity. No one called
For a long time, I thought understanding would save me. I read about narcissistic abuse and finally had language for what I lived through. I could explain the patterns, name the manipulation, and make sense of years that once felt confusing. I thought that would be the turning point. But it wasn’t. Because even after
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I vividly remember every night when my father would come home and my mother would already be in full-blown anger, convinced he was cheating when he wasn’t. The arguments would rise fast, sharp, and loud, and within minutes it always turned into her provoking and him reacting, and I would end up screaming, begging them
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I am a daughter of a narcissistic mother with bipolar and delusional disorder, and a father who was emotionally absent long before he physically left when I was nine, then died when I was sixteen. I don’t even have to explain the level of people-pleasing that created in me, you can probably guess it. Still,
The Hidden Danger of Saying Yes: How Self-Betrayal Makes Your Body Sick Read More »
I grew up in a house where calm didn’t mean safety. When I think about it now, I can still picture myself sitting in a corner pretending everything was fine while my body was doing something completely different. I didn’t know what stress felt like back then. I only knew how to stay still, stay
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