emotional abuse, gaslighting, Narcissist Abuse, PTSD, Sociopath Abuse, Spousal Abuse, Trauma, Uncategorized

They hurt you so that they can comfort you

It’s the circle of abuse. That ugly word...Gaslighting. The times I was punished by my husband for bringing up any concern, hope or wish for love always ended up in this awful crazy making tirade literally, about how crazy I was. When we met, he showered me with love unlike anything I had ever experienced… Continue reading They hurt you so that they can comfort you

Daughters of Narcissistic Mothers, Family Dysfunction, incest, Narcissist Abuse, Narcissistic Mother, PTSD, Sociopath Abuse, Trauma, Uncategorized

BE FEARLESS

The one thing I wish my Histrionic Narcissistic Mother had done was get help. Due to being the daughter of an alcoholic who killed himself not long before I was born, help for the trauma she endured as a child in an emotionally abusive alcoholic family and help to heal her wounds so that fifty… Continue reading BE FEARLESS

Daughters of Narcissistic Mothers, Family Dysfunction, incest, Narcissist Abuse, Narcissistic Mother, PTSD, Sociopath Abuse, Trauma, Uncategorized

When Your Family Wants You Dead

And the traumatic smear campaign continues. In my last post, The Greatest Narcissistic Letter Ever Written, I showed you the depth of depravity that a grandmother will reach to smear her own daughter. Hurting her grandchildren during a highly emotional time. If you will recall, after almost 50 years of severe abuse, culminating in one… Continue reading When Your Family Wants You Dead

Daughters of Narcissistic Mothers, Family Dysfunction, incest, Narcissist Abuse, Narcissistic Mother, PTSD, Sociopath Abuse, Trauma, Uncategorized

The Greatest Narcissistic Letter Ever Written

After almost 50 years of Narcotrash abuse, culminating in one terrible night, I was hospitalized for over a week for an emotional breakdown. Immediately ALL of the abusers in my life swarmed in around my four children. I did not have a phone or any way to reach my children during this time except for… Continue reading The Greatest Narcissistic Letter Ever Written

Daughters of Narcissistic Mothers, Family Dysfunction, incest, Narcissist Abuse, Narcissistic Mother, Sociopath Abuse, Trauma, Uncategorized

Bullycide 

My family wants me dead due to me finally finding my voice. They came very close but there's no way it will happen. I plan to write more about this shortly but in the meantime, this is a very important video about narcissist and sociopaths bullying people into despair and even to death. Bullycide :… Continue reading Bullycide 

Daughters of Narcissistic Mothers, Empath, Family Dysfunction, Narcissist Abuse, Narcissistic Mother, Sociopath Abuse, Trauma

They Hate You Because…

Looking back on all the Narcissistic abuse I've endured in my almost 50 years, every single one of them either had very little going for themselves or needed me to get them somewhere higher than they already were. Codependency anyone? For instance, my Narc Mother, drove her business into the ground, so anything I started,… Continue reading They Hate You Because…

Daughters of Narcissistic Mothers, Empath, Family Dysfunction, incest, Narcissist Abuse, Narcissistic Mother, Sociopath Abuse, Trauma, Uncategorized

10 Traits of the Toxic Family Scapegoat 

1. Highly Empathic ✔️ 2. Questions Authority ✔️ 3. Internalizes Blame & Shame ✔️ 4. Very Creative  ✔️ 5. Calls out the Bullshit ✔️ 6. Free Spirit ✔️ 7. Emotionally Reactive ✔️ 8. Seeker of Justice ✔️ 9. Doesn't conform to the Family Rules ✔️ 10. Codependent, People pleaser who puts other's needs ahead of… Continue reading 10 Traits of the Toxic Family Scapegoat 

Daughters of Narcissistic Mothers, Empath, Family Dysfunction, incest, Narcissist Abuse, Narcissistic Mother, Sociopath Abuse, Trauma

Evil

With great love for you all,The Little Girl Who Loved The World 🌷 🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸 National Suicide Prevention Line 1-800-273-8255  

Daughters of Narcissistic Mothers, Family Dysfunction, incest, Narcissist Abuse, Sociopath Abuse, Trauma, Uncategorized

Secrets

My earliest memories were hiding under the kitchen barstools at my Grandmother's home when my young parents would come to pick me up after a night out. Just barely over the age of three to four, hiding under the wooden stools, fearful. I remember the dread.  I've held onto the shame of my family for… Continue reading Secrets