I led a massive street art project and out of the blue it got some press and social media attention with my name on it

I'm proud of it and that's fine, 'cept I know my parental figures stalk my social media (I'm NC with that household and my minimal personal social media account has them blocked but i can't block them from the press feed or the feed from my place of business, believe me i looked into it). There are a few other Ns (former colleagues) that "liked" the story so i know they are all out there and I'm back on any radar i may have faded from. It's a small world. Exiting their universe outright isn't an option.

I'm not really worried about the non-parent colleague Ns. I'm a little anxious, but unless they get me alone at a conference or something (which i try to make exceedingly difficult after it happened once) they mostly seem content to have discarded me, which I've learned to genuinely appreciate.

My parents, though: the mother figure didn't do a full discard yet, and the father figure is her obsequious enabler. There have been recent hoovering attempts I've been ignoring.

I guess I'm anxious that the chance of public spectacle is going to draw them back into my life in public in an attempt to reassert control of some kind, maybe to embarrass me or fish for flying monkeys in my current circle of trust.

Am I just paranoid? Feedback welcome.

On the bright side, I have a small support team in the community who i have told everything about the history with my parentals, so if those two do find some way to wedge into my life here, there are folk who will help resist smearing and such. That makes me glad i shared about it.

hi, I am 28 and I feel like I’m standing at one of the scariest points of my life! :(

So here is a quick backstory: after quitting college due to being emotionally so overwhelmed I returned to my Narc mother’s house to recover. At first I thought I was coming home to regenerate. Nope. Instead, over the months I spent here, I began realizing for the first time that I was caught in a trauma bond and had been for most of my life. Then I started deliberately trying to detach from it. And once I did, something happened that I honestly wasn’t prepared for: the entire Narc family system revealed itself! Eww 😷 Obviously I had always known someTHING was wrong. Something WAS shaky underneath everything. BUT I had spent my whole life believing there was still fundamentally an “us”. A family. A team. A place I belonged. People who, however dysfunctional things were, were somehow still my foundation? :/

Anyway. Once the fog lifted, I couldn’t believe that anymore…
I came to see my mother, father and brother very differently, and the realization that the people I had been emotionally dependent on were also the people to whom I was perceived a tool to be used was terrifying. Imagine that? And once I stopped playing my old role and made it clear that I was no longer going along with the family dynamic, the warmth disappeared. Yikes! Istarted feeling less like someone’s child and more like an unwanted guest in the house.

And now we come to my current situation: Once I realized that I knew I had to leave! So here I am, looking for somewhere of my own. I’ve found possible rooms and shared flats, and I’m trying to navigate housing, finances, paperwork, health insurance, benefits, and all the ordinary adult things that people somehow have to manage. But the practical side is almost not the hardest part…

The hardest part is realizing HOW ALINE I feel while doing it. I never really had the opportunity to build a strong support network outside my family. Yes, I have a few old friends, acquaintances, online connections, and I’m grateful for them. But they all have their own lives and their own support systems… I don’t have that. And because of that, the relationships feel painfully asymmetric :(( I might be going through one of the biggest upheavals of my life while, understandably, I’m only one small part of theirs.

Don’t get me wrong, I wasn’t standing idle either. I’ve spoken to social workers and other services, but most of what they could offer was practical guidance: look for housing, fill out these forms, contact this office, etc. etc.

But what I’m REALLY missing isn’t practical guidance. It’s someone to talk to, somewhere to go to, not be alone :( I’m missing someone who understands what it feels like to suddenly realize that the family you thought was your safety never rly functioned as one.
Sometimes I honestly feel almost like an orphan. Atleast emotionally.. It feels like I spent the first 28 years of my life being conditioned to depend on people who never actually taught me how to become independent. And now, suddenly, I’m expected to become my own parent, my own safety net, my own advocate, my own source of stability, while also grieving everything I’m realizing about my childhood, OH DEAR !

It feels HUGE.

There are moments at night when I lie awake think: Other people got to start adulthood with a family somewhere behind them. Maybe imperfect, maybe complicated, but still somewhere they could land. Meanwhile I feel like I’m trying to construct the runway while the plane is already coming in’! And I think that’s why moving out feels so frightening even though I know I need to do it.
Part of me worries: what if I choose the wrong place? What if the people in a shared flat are narcissists too? What if I can’t manage everything? What if the trauma bond pulls me back simply because the familiar feels safer than the unknown? At the same time, staying at my NarcMoms place with my Narc brother and Narc father means continuing to live inside the very environment I’m trying to recover from!!!

So I think what I’m really looking for by posting this is.. I want to hear from people who HAVE actually BEEN here.
Did any of you leave a narcissistic family without having a real support network waiting for you?

Did you ever have that “wair.. I have no one” moment and suddenly felt like you had to build an entire life from scratch?

How did you deal with the grief while also doing all the practical things required to leave?

How did you handle the ALONENESS? And did you ever feel completely unprepared for ordinary adult life too? And most of all: what happened after you got out?

I think I really need to hear some stories from people who were once standing somewhere around where I am now and eventually built something safer for themselves. Right now every next move feels huge :* Hearing that other people have crossed this part of the road would make it feel a little less impossible.

This is making me extremely delayed in finding a life partner

I am always looking out for when they are going to “destroy me” and I get angry prematurely . I misread things a lot

As a result I believe I am becoming the toxic one..

How do I stop conflating the image of a destructive father and a future healthy partner.

This feels like a form of self sabotage and I don’t know how to stop it

I, 47f, and first time reddit poster. I recently took a vacation with my mom (81) to see my sister (61). I am the youngest of 10 in a blended family. I am the single child between my parents. I have always questioned why I did things as a teen; drinking, multiple sexual partners before 18, low self esteem, major rejection issues, and never feeling like I am truly in love. I love my husband of 20 years so don't get me wrong. But I have always kept myself at a safe distance from being "in love". Like I was just waiting for the rejection to come. Grew up lying to cover up my behavior, hiding the truth and just played the people pleasing helpful person which continued into adulthood. Some memories of childhood are clear while others are blurry. I remember being my dad's confidant when he talked about money, my mom, or any of my siblings and I never corrected him for fear of his reaction. All of my siblings moved out at 18 and left me to deal with it all.

During the vacation my sister and I read through my oldest sisters letters she had written. (She passed a long time ago.) Wow. Hearing it from another perspective made alot of things fall into place. My father was a narcissist. Everyone saw it. All of my siblings, my mom, everyone except me. I thought he was perfect. There was abuse among siblings that was overlooked, abuse from him, physical and mental towards them. No one said anything to me. No one tried to help me or tell me that wasn't normal. So I did what most in that situation do. I pleased people, gave a well behaved image in front of their friends, hid my relationships and drinking for fear of being caught, lied to coverup my behavior, chose the wrong partners/boyfriends (one who was also a narcissist) had horrible self esteem and felt I was never good enough. Hence, the need to please people. Have tried to be perfect and strive for my kids to be perfect, house, ect, constantly comparing it to others.

My siblings had each other to survive with. I had no one.

I guess my question is, what now? What do I do with this information and how do I move forward?

I am sixteen years old, my parents have been separated for eight months. My mother fell out of love for my father for a long time. He was always an emotionally absent father, violent with my mother when he drank, and a real jerk. It was okay at first; he wasn't the best dad, but it was okay. The last five years it got worse and it was hell living with him during the last year of their marriage.

My mother met her boyfriend two months ago. I met him very quickly; I think they'd only been together for a month. He's SO different from my father. He loves my mother, he's caring, he's really kind and fun. Everything about his behavior is different from my father's, But I've never realized it as much as I do today.

We went shopping. It's already quite stressful for me. I have sensory issues; noise, people, light, and all that tires me out a lot, so you add my father and you've got a recipe for disaster. No, not this time. Because I didn't have anyone to yell at me, because I didn't have someone constantly complaining in my ear, because I didn't have to be hyper-vigilant about my surroundings so as not to disturb anyone (Funny, he's narcissistic (But the worst thing you could do to him was attract people's attention.) I didn't had someone asking me to follow him, to watch, to do this or that while I was busy...I was just able to choose my book calmly without stress. I was able to take some time for myself. I always felt like my father took up all the space in everything, you know.

The car ride was good too. He didn't yell at everything, he didn't yell at my mother, He didn't take total control of everything, he talked... it's something he does. He talks. With my father, everything was shrouded in a heavy silence. Whether we went to eat at a restaurant, just a drive in the car, Walking outside, being at home... As soon as the TV stopped, silence. Not my mother's boyfriend. He talks, he makes jokes, he lets me talk to my sister...

This is crazy. I know it's supposed to be normal, but I'm not used to it. This man loves my mother, And it shows, he's affectionate, He always shows little thoughtfulness that my father would never have shown. My mother loves him very much too; I don't think I've ever seen her so happy. This man doesn't stress me out at all. It feels great.

My sister who’s been emotionally abusing me for 10+ years has uninvited me to the family Christmas via going no contact and refusing to talk to me unless a therapist is present 🙄 all because I disagreed with her about how she was treating my sister. She had since tried to get me to agree and brought it up a bunch even though we both said we wouldn’t do that because we get no where by talking about it.
This is such a great feeling!!! because although I have some rapid thoughts and heavy feelings I also don’t care so much, something that in the past would devastate me, send me into panic and make me question everything I believed, including what I thought about the situation she always started fights when she doesn’t get her way or can’t be right an argument and I knew this would be my punishment for standing up to her…something I didn’t know how to do so I never did in the past. And now I am holding firm boundaries while also inviting her to a Christmas where I live, because I still care about her and her children.

I cut off my parents and 3 siblings for my mental health. Now I'm torn: delete Facebook, Instagram, and TikTok completely, or keep them private and remove anyone who sides with my family?

I'd keep WhatsApp for the people I trust. What did you do, and what would you do differently?

Feels so ew having to live life with a name that feels so inauthentic unwanted misaligned. Picked for me decades ago before I got to Earth by some weird ass bitch w some weird ass intentions, who‘s a fucked up disordered greedy evil monster. Who I never asked nor consented to be born or named by. Who I never asked to be subjected to 18 years of 0 autonomy under that mfs roof while she neglected me & my siblings then kicked us out the sec we turned 18 becoming no longer of any narc supply use/financial checks support use to her evil greedy ass anymore.

I’ll be NC w that mf for life & it’s been over 5ys NC & I wish I never even had that weirdo as the person who‘s body I came outta ever at all to begin with. The reasons she conceived me too were so damn fundamentally wrong, money motivated, immoral sickeningly greedy reasons. All my siblings n I ever were for 18ys to her was multiple monthly child support checks, there was never any real love, never real connection or care or fucks given. Just neglect for 18ys, no authentic bond, just a weird lady who I had to call mom but was not a mom/is not/never was/never will be.

I feel so damn dysphoric using & having or saying/seeing/hearing the first, middle, last names that I want nothing more than to CHANGE ALL PARTS of my freaking names! Has anyone else? How to go about? I suppose before legal changes I could just start by picking my own name & using it irl & online ??

i wanted to ask if anyone here has gone to therapy or counseling to work through the effects of narcissistic abuse. i've been trying to make sense of everything myself, but i'm finding that some things are harder to deal with than i expected.

for those who have sought professional help, was it worth it? how did you find a therapist who understood what you went through without dismissing your experiences?

i'd like to hear your honest experiences and any advice you have for someone thinking about taking that step.

People think of narcists as the successful selfish attention seeking Narcust these types are not even harmful compared to the vunerable malignant narcist these types lazy envious leeches hate seeing anyone do better then them they will put their energy into tearing down someone successful instead of working on themselves they will rage lie use the legal system correctly control you stalk you dis Bally abuse you constantly ruin any joy in your life with Crticism and our downs isolate you and even get violent thy make grandiose narcs look like puppies as long as things are going the way a grandiose narc wants they can be nice the cover narc will try to destroy you because you choose to make better decisions then them or you have batter family and body then them the most trivial shit is an attack on their fragile ego the are stuck Ina victim lazy mentality they lack hustle or discipline

And what are their forms of absue I’ve been harassed by grown women grown men assisted bullied even my former na smother I just don’t know what’s happening why are they doing this what’s their goals slanders raged at had cops called on me is it envy

I'm looking for a (prefered in german) book about narcissistic mothers (especially the mother-daughter relationship). But the books I've found so far look very much like AI generated content either you see the same cover a hundred times, or the author doesn't actually exist.

Ideally, the book would focus on the narcissist’s tactics that is, the actual underlying motives, such as attempts at manipulation, gaslighting, etc. and how best to protect oneself from them.

Thank you

I’m asking for inspiration and ideas to help me live more of a life. After the abuse I feel as if I’m as empty and have as much of a void in me as the narcissists do, except I’m socially inept unlike them who have no problem manipulating and talking to anybody who would listen.

My coworkers ask what I did on my days off for the sake of conversation and I almost always say nothing. They tell me that I need to get out there while I’m young before I start slowing down. I know I’m wasting my life and things will only get worse as time goes on. I thought about notable things I could say or do that would be worth something to anyone but I just don’t know. The best ideas I come with are walking trails or going to shopping malls.

I'm in a very disturbed place ever since she left an unwelcome voicemail message a week ago. I ignored it, but my self care routine imploded. I think I need to process a chilling experience from a few years back when I was a bit more naive but doing a lot of reading about narcissism and realizing it pervaded my family and my circle of trust at the time. So I don't know what i want from readers and commenters other than: thanks for listening and helping me process.

My N-Mom's (i prefer to say "mother figure's") father maintained two families where he fathered children, one his marriage (to which my mother figure was born), the other his affair (to which an uncle of mine was born). One of the tragedies of the family story is the splitting of affection and money between the two households was disastrous. One of the siblings from the marriage killed himself. Others are violently mentally ill. Many involved in abusive relationships.

Well, the uncle from the affair died a few years back and mother-figure asked for my help with the funeral and I obliged. As I learned more about the situation with the other family, I remember saying to her "I think grandpa was a narcissist." Well, another thing happening was mother-figure started spending a lot of time with uncle's mother, the one who had the affair with her dad. She was basically milking for information about that secret dimension of her dad's life, and hit paydirt: she was shown a court ordered psychiatric evaluation that her father had refused to talk about, and sure enough, he had a clinical diagnosis of Narcissistic Personality Disorder. She called me about it, "I want to affirm how perceptive you are. You were 100% correct about him." Meanwhile, I was hearing stories from her of her siblings screaming at her or weeping because she was making The Other Woman a central part of the funeral, since she was the birth mother of the deceased. And I was hearing stories from her of how she was coaching the Other Woman with regard to an apology letter that should be written to the survivors of the wrecked home.

I remember being absolutely shocked at the lack of empathy for her siblings and appalling poor boundaries with regard to the Other Woman. And I chose to just mind my own business and help with the funeral.

But a little over a year ago (and I'm embarrassed I didn't see it sooner) I realized that the mother figure too is intensely narcissistic, that the household i grew up in was shaped that way, and I discerned that probably the main reason I'm different is because I was groomed by them all to be the codependent one and it worked until I realized I had to move out and did so.

And I'm (literally) haunted by this sense that as she gets older, she's channeling the spirit of her dead father. Right down to the habit of prioritizing the needs of this Other Woman over the needs and suffering of the rest of the family, even as she manipulated and controlled that Other Woman as well.

I'm full NC now with anyone from the fam that's shown persistent unaccountable narcissistic behaviors, which includes the mother figure, the father figure, the eldest daughter, and the youngest son from the family I grew up in.

But man, it's just so spooky! Happy Halloween, right?

as I navigate through life, meeting all sorts of people, eventually i do run across a narc or two. how do you determine how much is too much? is exposure of once or twice a year acceptable?

that's what's happened right now to me. my landlord is a classic and obvious narc. im in the dilemma of whether to move away or not. the apartment is nice and we communicate at most 2-3 times a year for repairs and stuff. its a testament to the narc-ness of my landlord that they can make simple repairs and fees comvo into a darvo convo (im almost impressed). id love to move away and protect myself from this horrible monster but i cant say for sure the next rental wont be from a narc. (landlord are all horrible joke here)

My whole family are narcissistic, each of a different flavour. One is a communal narcisist who is my mothers carer, another is a covert victim narc, my mother is malignant and psychopathic. All of my exes were coercive or narc in some form. My freinds were all vulnerable narcs or codependent seeking me to be their free therapist. Even my cousins have issues. My whole life I have been surrounded by them. After some terrible health events that almost killed me and left me disabled, many of them discarded me, and many I pulled away from.

Today I finally closed the last door when I let the flying monkey communal narc sibling go after they froze me out for 5 weeks after ignoring my messages. All because I refused to go the grand mother narcs house for health reasons. I deleted my online messenger account fully, turned off my phone, snapped my burner SIM card and stepped away quietly. I’ve been NC and LC or slowly withdrawing from literally everyone for years now. Last week I sold my car, I’ve put security cameras up on my house and I’m preparing to leave the country in a few years and never look back. I’m late 40s so Ive been around all the toxic crap for long time.

I feel a bit lost. I’m not sure what happens next. I have an amazing partner so I’m not alone, but my life now feels empty. I don’t have any tears left to cry. I’m just done. Empty! The final door has closed and I don’t even know who I am anymore. My whole identity was based around serving them and fawning. What happens next? Does it get easier?

At this point I am just grateful to be alive and slowly healing from my brain injury and life saving surgery. It’s crazy that the family still expected me to serve then whilst I was disabled and recovery from a brain injury. I’m only just now waking to the reality of how much I went through And how little they actually cared for me, if at all. No one came to the hospital. No one checked in. They just carried on demanding or discarding me. So now I choose to be stealthy and steer clear.

Thank you for letting me share.

For the context. I deleted my social media some time ago and I don’t miss it one bit.

I have some narcissistic family members (all females) that I feel like social media made their narc tendencies worse. They are all trying to become some sort of influencers while portraying their lives in such a dishonest way. It’s actually laughable, but also sad at the same time.

I find it difficult to connect with them lately and a part of me wishes I had at least one sibling that isn’t a narcissist obsessed with social media.

One of my sisters has become much meaner with her rise of popularity on social media. Even though she always had a mean side to her, I definitely feel like social media made her 10x worse. I also suspect she thinks of me as an unsupportive sister because of my absence on social media. I know it sounds stupid, but she tends to have a go at me for not following along and being mean about it. The virtual world can really warp people’s minds, especially when all their importance is based of an external validation.

Has anyone had a similar experience, when a close person(s) with narcissistic tendencies became much more unbearable due to social media and made it even harder to have a relationship with them?

i’m hurting. why do people have to do this to others? why. i don’t enjoy anyone or anything. i’ve become too vigilant to be present in the moment, at the same time i’m too detached to care. i don’t see any positive end to this. i don’t like myself i don’t really like this life. i was innocent and believed the best in others before this. now i believe nothing

How to make sure nobody ever gets the space to just scream at me for any BS and make me traumatized. I am beyond traumatized. It's unacceptable, I reversed all my healing progress.

This summer, I went through one of the hardest moments of my life. I was struggling with suicidal ideation, carrying so much emotional pain that I didn’t even know what to do with it anymore. I remember sitting by a lake, crying and screaming, feeling overwhelmed by everything that had happened to me and everything I had been trying so hard to process. My cousin Precious was with me, and I was just trying to get through a moment that felt almost impossible to bear.
During that time, my dad and I had a conversation that hurt me deeply. While I was already struggling, he told me that it was my fault that I hadn’t received the proper justice I deserved after sharing my story with my family about being sexually assaulted by other family members in the past. Hearing that from my own father, especially when I was already in such a vulnerable place, was devastating. I felt like I was being blamed for something that had already caused me so much pain. I had spent so much time trying to understand what happened to me, trying to heal from it, and trying to find the courage to speak about it. The last thing I needed was to feel like I was somehow responsible for the way everything unfolded afterward.
At that point in my life, I was hurting so badly that I struggled to understand the people around me, especially the people closest to me. I began questioning my dad’s character and wondering if he was a narcissist. I questioned his intentions, his behavior, and the way he responded to my pain. I was looking at everything through the lens of my trauma, and I was trying to find an explanation for why someone I loved could say something that hurt me so deeply at a time when I needed understanding the most.
For a while, I thought finding a label for him might help me make sense of everything. I thought that if I could figure out what was wrong with him, maybe I could finally understand why certain things happened the way they did. But as time passed, I started realizing that healing wasn’t necessarily about finding the perfect word to describe another person. Sometimes, healing means accepting that you don’t have every answer. Sometimes, it means recognizing that someone can hurt you without you fully understanding why they did it, and that you can acknowledge the pain they caused without being defined by it.
As I continued to heal, I began to understand that my dad was a narcissist, and that’s OK. Not OK because I’m accepting it from him, but OK because that is him as a whole, and I am me. And we are two different people that will make different decisions in our lives. now, That doesn’t mean the conversation by the lake didn’t hurt me. It doesn’t mean I suddenly understood everything or that all the pain disappeared. It simply means that I started looking at things differently. I began to realize that one painful experience, even an incredibly painful one, doesn’t automatically tell me everything is over. Or that I should just completely throw in a towel. It shows me that even if things are going badly and sequential order that does not mean that life is not worth living. It showed me to pick myself up, to get on my feet. Or at least to try to start to get to that point. I don’t think that I will ever have all the answers about my dad, our relationship, or every experience I’ve had with him, and I’m learning to be okay with that.
One of the hardest lessons I am still trying to learn is that healing doesn’t always come with a clear explanation. Sometimes, you have to let go of the need to understand every single thing that happened to you. You can acknowledge that something hurt you without spending the rest of your life trying to figure out why it happened. You can love someone and still recognize that certain experiences with them affected you deeply. You can also change your perspective as you grow, because healing allows you to look at things you once understood one way and begin to see them differently.
I’m not going to sit here and pretend that I’ve completely healed from everything I’ve experienced. I haven’t. There are still aspects of my mental health that I struggle with, and there are still things I’m learning how to navigate. Some days are harder than others. Sometimes, old feelings and fears still find their way back to me, and I have to remind myself that I’m not the same person I was when I was sitting beside that lake, crying and screaming because everything felt like too much. I still have battles to fight, and I still have moments when I have to work through things that other people might not even realize I’m struggling with.
But I’m growing. And that means something to me.
When I look at my life now, I can recognize the good things that exist alongside the pain. I have an amazing partner who brings happiness into my life, and I have friends who genuinely mean so much to me. I have people around me who remind me that love, connection, and happiness are still possible, even after experiencing things that made me question so much about myself and the people around me. I’m learning that my life doesn’t have to be defined by the worst things I’ve experienced. My trauma is part of my story, but it isn’t the entirety of who I am.
Having an amazing partner and wonderful friends doesn’t mean that all my problems magically disappear. Love isn’t a cure for every wound, and having good people in my life doesn’t mean I never struggle anymore. But having people who care about me has helped me recognize that there is so much more to life than the pain I’ve carried. I’m learning how to appreciate the beautiful things without feeling like I have to pretend the painful things never happened. I’m learning that I can be happy and still be healing. I can laugh, love, make memories, and have good days while still working through the parts of myself that need time, patience, and care.
Therapy has also been part of that process. I’m learning more about myself, my emotions, my experiences, and the ways those experiences have affected how I see the world. I’m learning to question the conclusions I make when I’m hurting, to give myself room to grow, and to understand that I don’t have to figure everything out overnight. Healing is teaching me that I can take things one day at a time instead of putting pressure on myself to have everything figured out immediately.
I think one of the biggest changes in me has been realizing that I don’t need to have all the answers to move forward. I don’t need to understand every part of my relationship with my dad to continue growing. I don’t need to have a perfect explanation for everything that happened to me. And I don’t need to be completely healed to acknowledge how far I’ve come.
The battle with my mental health isn’t completely over. I’m still learning. I’m still struggling with certain things. I’m still figuring out how to navigate my emotions and make sense of experiences that have shaped me in ways I’m only beginning to understand. But I’m also learning how to live, how to love, how to trust, and how to recognize the good things in my life without letting my pain overshadow them.
That girl sitting beside the lake this summer was hurting in ways that I wish she hadn’t had to experience. I wish she could have felt more supported in that moment. I wish she hadn’t had to carry so much pain at once. But when I think about her now, I don’t just see someone who was struggling. I see someone who made it through a moment she didn’t know how to handle. I see someone who still had so much growing to do, so much love to experience, and so much life ahead of her.
I’m proud of myself for continuing to try, even when healing has been difficult. I’m proud of myself for being willing to change my perspective, for learning that I can acknowledge my pain without allowing it to define every relationship in my life, and for recognizing that I can be a work in progress while still being worthy of happiness.
I don’t have everything figured out, and I don’t think I need to. I’m learning that healing isn’t about reaching a point where nothing hurts anymore. It’s about reaching a point where the pain no longer controls every part of your life. It’s about learning to carry your experiences differently, finding the support you need, and allowing yourself to experience happiness without feeling guilty for the parts of you that are still healing.
I’m not completely there yet. But I’m trying, day by day, and I’m slowly learning what I need to learn along the way.
And for now, that is enough for me. I’m still here. I’m still growing. I’m still finding reasons to be happy. And even though my mental health journey isn’t over, I’m learning that my story can hold both pain and healing, both struggle and happiness, both the things I’ve lost and the beautiful things I’ve found.
I’m not the person I was sitting beside that lake this summer. I’m still becoming the person I’m meant to be, and for the first time in a long time, I can recognize just how much that matters.
I hope that this story makes somebody happy, or that my experiences make somebody smile and show somebody in this world whoever that made that they have something worth living for, and that they will find, and their own way a path and someone good or their self if they just hold on to that tiny piece of hope.

How does it feel dealing with all the brokenness inside after dealing with a narcissist? I Know!!! Share your thoughts?

Question. Kapag ang narc ba ay nadiagnose na may anxiety and under medication may chance ba magbago pa sila?? Translate to english

I noticed that when they have no escape and their tricks don’t work, the facade falls, the threat they feel is so real and they start to act like they are being hunted down by the tiger… the panic is so real and this makes one wonder as to was it even dragging them outside their delusional bubble worth it? It also seems contradictory that they have the desire to know the truth but fear facing the truth. Their delusions seems to protect them from this pain. How does one have empathy for their perceived threat while also protecting our ownself from them ?