I stayed longer than I should have because I still loved my narcissistic mother, even when I knew, deep down, her feelings for me weren’t the same. I kept hoping that one day she’d see me, understand me, maybe even love me the way I needed. That hope kept me tied to them far past ... Read more
I truly and honestly thought that cutting ties with my narcissistic family would bring peace. Instead, it brought an emptiness I didn’t expect, like feeling completely lost and alone. After years of surviving conversations laced with manipulation, guilt-tripping, betrayals, and emotional dismissal, I finally have the courage to cut ties from the toxic people in ... Read more
Ever notice how one simple sentence can send a narcissist spiraling into a silent rage? For me, many, many times! That was so satisfying to see! I used to think I was imagining it. I’d say something completely harmless, like, “Actually, I already knew that.” And suddenly my toxic older sister’s tone would shift, her ... Read more
I thought cutting them off would be the end of it. I blocked their number. I muted every chat. I stopped showing up, stopped explaining myself, stopped playing the exhausting game. Finally, I could breathe. Or so I thought. But somehow… somehow… they were still everywhere. Watching my Instagram stories through fake accounts. Asking my ... Read more
Narcissists feed on emotions the way fire feeds on oxygen. Every sigh, every frown, every defensive comeback, they drink it in like fuel. I know this too well. How? Well, I grew up with a few and dated one! Growing up, my toxic mother could turn the simplest conversation into an emotional minefield. I tried ... Read more
“I didn’t go no contact right away. I stayed. But I didn’t play fair anymore.” That’s the truth I rarely said out loud. Leaving isn’t always simple when it’s family, when it’s your mother, father, or sister. The bond feels heavier. I stayed, not out of love, but out of guilt, obligation, and exhaustion. But ... Read more
There was a time I thought if I just asked “why” enough, eventually my mother would tell me the truth. Why did she lie about me to our relatives? Why did she pretend everything was fine when it clearly wasn’t? Why did it seem like she cared more about how things looked than how I ... Read more
I still remember the first time I almost spoke up… and didn’t. It was after a family dinner where my toxic sister made a degrading joke about me. Everyone laughed. I forced myself to laugh, too. That was always the unspoken rule in my dysfunctional family: don’t make things awkward. Don’t make it worse. But ... Read more
I used to think healing meant moving on without looking back. Smiling more. Forgiving faster. Acting like none of it touched me. When I went no-contact with my narcissistic mother, the person who raised me to believe love was conditional, I thought the hardest part was over. I told myself I was “fine” because I ... Read more
Narcissists Aren’t Fearless. They’re Fragile. Yep! For the longest time, I thought narcissists were untouchable. That their silence meant strength. That their indifference meant power. I assumed they didn’t need people the way the rest of us did. But it wasn’t until I started pulling away from my narcissistic mother that I saw the truth. ... Read more
