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 so much I could write about but no laptop to type, and I am sticking to that excuse.
My mood is far beyond depressed, which always means I need to get it out of me in some sort of prose.
Everything is coming apart again.
The ground never remains level beneath my feet. However, I really do try (at least in my head before I go to bed) to be the ” forever optimist”. And the more unstable things become, the more epiphanies of God I am granted witness.
So that’s pretty cool.
It’s unfortunate that I forget most of them.
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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.
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