After four years I changed the background, the fonts, the size of the fonts, the arrangement of the pages of this blog and….eh…idk.
I’m probably gonna change it back.
After four years I changed the background, the fonts, the size of the fonts, the arrangement of the pages of this blog and….eh…idk.
I’m probably gonna change it back.
I have a photographic memory and all of my memories are in third person.
everything personal
Uplifting and Empowering Women of Color
try again later.
Live Life Wisely
Oh! Take a shit, read a story. - My Mother on flash fiction
Things I want to say about this, that, and the other thing.
"Eye Fly High"
Intimately familiar with the Darkness; Still here, still fighting; Journeying toward the Light.
Blogging About Psychotherapy from Chicago
I lived with and was married to a female malignant narcissist for 12 years who has BPD and HPD. I endured significant trauma, gas lighting, degrading comments and was left feeling worthless. Now I'm out, living with C-PTSD and watching my kids be treated like textbook Golden Child and Scapegoat children. My daily struggle to get them the hell away from her claws. Have questions, comments, advice? Ask, tell, share. I am here to recover.
Breaking the Silence on Relational Violence
The Boy Who Cries Wolf
