Hanging on to Me

Yesterday I suddenly entered unexpected choppy waters that had not shown up on my radar beforehand.  And ever since, harsh waves have crashed onto my deck, one after another. It starts when they connect with other negative people, and they start to commiserate, reinforcing each other's warped perspectives and giving each other--and themselves--excuses for giving …

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A letter (almost) a year on…

[Background: my would-be-ex-husband passed away early last year, after 3 weeks in the hospital beginning January 14 (2022).  He died February 5 from the irrational and nonsensical hospital protocols in response to a false-positive Covid-19 test.  Our divorce had not yet been finalized, and I found myself responsible for everything thereafter.  This required lots of …

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The phoenix kept rising–wobbly…

I know it's been so long, dear ones. I can explain, promise. Somehow, the never-ending survival mode began to fade, ever-so-slowly and ever-so-jaggedly, into a feeling of being able to exhale, guilt-free.  Sometimes.  Not all the time.  But sometimes.  And sometimes, "sometimes" is good enough. Through some universal energy, I continued to attract and work …

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A second look…

Perhaps I didn't give myself enough credit in my last post.  And certainly not the post before that.  I'd driveled on about snakes and failure, respectively, but I hadn't truly shed any light on exactly how far I have come. All it takes is a look back.  If knowledge is power (and it is), then …

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Time Capsule: the first year (sort of) post-narcissism

It feels like I've failed, but I've succeeded. It also feels like I've succeeded, but I've failed. On the one hand, I have successfully extricated my heart and its emotions from all of the pathological narcissists / psychopaths in my life.  The peptide bonds and my addiction to them have been broken.  Although the divorce …

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