Recently I spoke with a fellow survivor of narcissistic abuse (yes, survivor – I hate the word victim). She’s just starting out on her journey of recovery and reclaiming herself, … Continue reading It’s a marathon, not a sprint.
Tag: survivor
Happy and haunted.
My father died 15 years ago. I was 18. I am in contact with exceedingly few people these days who knew him. Even then, that contact is sparse (no judgment, … Continue reading Happy and haunted.
Biographical parasite.
Some days I feel light as a feather. Light with knowledge that there’s nothing ahead of me but to live my own life here. Some days I feel so heavy. … Continue reading Biographical parasite.
Ghost story.
I’m a living ghost story. Or at least that’s how it feels sometimes. I’m not entirely sure how to pinpoint exactly when it happened. I used to think I knew. … Continue reading Ghost story.
Poison.
I had allowed myself to be lulled into a false sense of security. And I’m pissed about it. The trickiest part of all is to place my anger where it … Continue reading Poison.
Peace be with you.
Easter used to look like bright colors, bunnies and ducks. Like baskets, eggs, and candy. Like fancy dress clothes and spring flowers. It used to smell like ham and mashed … Continue reading Peace be with you.
Bittersweetness.
This past Monday, I made a peach coffee cake. I often bake on weekends, but had decided to squeeze this effort in on a weeknight instead, so it would be … Continue reading Bittersweetness.
Lucky me.
Victim. Survivor. Strong. Brave. I rather hate those words. I don’t really identify with any of them. I have a hard time with the inevitable sympathy and fawning that comes … Continue reading Lucky me.
Into the void
“Life is what happens to you while you’re busy making other plans.” -John Lennon I used to love the above lyric. In 2006, when I was a freshman in college … Continue reading Into the void
Journeys in the Dark 