Recovering from a lifetime of narcissistic abuse and reclaiming my mind, body, and spirit
It's not too often that I take trips down memory lane on this blog. Looking back every so often is healthy, and I do it just enough. I did so today. As I did, I realized just how different life is now, a stark night-and-day switch from the beginning. I have very clear memories of …
[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 …
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 …
I write this from the makeshift-and-surprisingly-homey home office of my spirit-brother - yes, the very same one who broke my heart nearly 8 months ago, only to level up with me once I'd put said heart back together again, and then go one (or more) step(s) further yet and come through for me when I …
Continue reading When the rain washes you clean you’ll know.
The group appeared at just the right time in my life. The universe (or whatever you prefer to call it) just works that way. My Amazing Bestie, who got divorced last year, wisely threw herself into a divorce support group, forming bonds with a few select members, and the rest became history. It didn't take …
Leaving a pathological narcissist/psychopath is never easy. And as far as psychopathic divorces go, I've had it easier than most. My soon-to-be-ex so far has not tried to block my efforts with motions, keep me tied up in court, drag the process out, haggle over the silverware, steal my belongings, go on a spender-bender, apply …
I've reached the stage (of what, I'm not exactly sure) where the relentless burning desire to investigate and discover has been replaced with a mere mild curiosity that only floats through my mind occasionally. Thinking about my soon-to-be-ex and his daily activities is almost like checking Facebook; it's no longer a compulsion, but a purely …
You know the Buddhist koan - something like "if a tree falls in the woods and there's nobody around to hear it, did it actually make any sound?" There is an everyday-life adaptation for that - "if somebody hurt you and you didn't recognize it at the time, did they actually hurt you?" The answer …
Spitfyre Phoenix Rising 