So here we are. 42 years old, very recently NC from a narcissistic mother with whom a LC relationship wasn’t working for either of us. In my 3 years in therapy – ironically started to deal with my father’s death in 2020, but quickly came to the epiphany that he wasn’t the real problem – I’ve learned that my relationship with my mum has been toxic at best, and downright abusive at worst. Memories have come flooding back of vile behaviour, none of which I will document here as it’s not helpful, suffice it to say that I have been very well trained to be nothing but a pillar of support for her, and to miss huge red flags that everyone outside of me (closest friends, partners, and other family members) have been able to see clear as day.

This blog will be a place of healing, where I can write the things I need to in order to move on and begin living a life free of narcissism; both hers and the bad habits I myself have picked up along the way (see ‘Fleas’).

“I’m in repair. I’m not together, but I’m getting there.”