Your Narcissistic Mother has been Elected President: Resist with Joy

Food for thought during these dark times.
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A Word, Please. . .

It’s as if your narcissistic mother has been elected president. Your version of reality is wrong. History’s version of reality is wrong. Science’s version of reality is wrong. Facts are infuriating. The whole world is being gaslighted. The National Park Service is the black sheep in the family.

“I’m a really very intelligent person.” Credit where credit is due, Mr. President—that’s my mother’s line, often spoken when I challenged her alternate reality.  She also told me, “You’re too sensitive” or “You have a very vivid imagination”, “precious snowflake” in the current political parlance.

Triggered, anyone? To go “No Contact” from society would be socially irresponsible. How do we protect our joy?

I awoke yesterday to my house creaking and shuddering in the wind. My first thought of the day:

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This blog is my journal. I just choose to share it with the world instead of keeping everything inside my head. I'm a recovering Borderline and have also struggled with Avoidant Personality Disorder. I also have Complex PTSD due to having been the victim of narcissistic abuse for most of my life. I write mostly about narcissism, because I was the child of a narcissistic mother, and then married to a sociopathic malignant narcissist for 20 years. But there's a silver lining too. In some ways they taught me about myself. This blog is about all that. Not all my articles will be about NPD, BPD or other personality disorders or mental conditions. I pretty much write about whatever's on my mind at the moment. So there's something for everyone here. Blogging about stuff is crack for my soul. It's self therapy, and hopefully my insights and observations may help others too.
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