This is embarrassing to admit - even with a MA degree in Psychology I did not understand the power of projection. I loved studying Psychology but honestly, I approached it the way Catholics approach the bible. The ideas/stories in the bible, according to Catholicism, are metaphorical. I don't think I've ever heard a Catholic claim … Continue reading Projection
If you are mired in the clutches of a narcissist you probably have no idea what boundaries are, let alone how to use them. I am a newbie to boundaries so my information is limited, but I am an expert on a lack of boundaries and the end result. Boundaries, if you don't know, are … Continue reading Boundaries Enrich Life
I just heard Robin Roberts (GMA) say this regarding last nights debate, and it's effect on voters: "Later we'll hear from the people who might decide this election. Um...will decide this election" I'm not usually one to buy into conspiracy theories, but I have to say, this got me wondering. Did she mistakenly let … Continue reading Are we People or Puppets?
It's ironic that I have a Master's degree in Psychology but had no real idea what the buzzwords actually meant. Words like emotional abuse, projection, dissociation, and denial, all so relevant to the therapeutic process, were only concepts; ideas I could define but not really relate to. It's a good thing I decided not to … Continue reading What’s Left of Me?
I'm feeling a bit angry right now. If you don't follow my blog, here's the key points to know: 1) I spent 25 years with, and am now divorcing, a covert narcissist 2) Yoga has become one of my coping techniques 3) I live in a small community, and me & the ex-narc have … Continue reading Forgiveness: Not For The Narcissist
Often I am so overwhelmed with pain, confusion and fear that I make no progress. I see no end to the pain caused by my covert narcissist; I see no future in which I can be happy and whole. It is usually during these weeks that I somehow find a new resource - a website, … Continue reading Start Here
Years ago my mother gave me a bag of letters from my childhood. Most were letters I had written, but there was one she had written. She wrote it when I was a senior in college. It was addressed to my sorority sister who wanted information about my childhood to use in the Senior Send … Continue reading Rewriting My Childhood