What 2017 has taught me.


I feel like a victim again.   I was doing pretty well emotionally until this year.  Since I left my ex in 2014 and started blogging, slowly I began to feel freer and lighter emotionally.   I felt like I was finally rid of most of my C-PTSD/BPD symptoms and the emotional work I was doing both in and out of therapy was reaping benefits.    I came to realize that I had been repeatedly victimized by others for most of my life because I acted like a victim and kept telling  myself I was one.  I became my own abuser.   Although I will never blame myself for what happened to me or the psychological problems I developed because of it (which in their own warped and unhealthy way protected me),  I realized, like Dorothy did in the Wizard of Oz, when Glinda The Good Witch told her she always had the power to go home but just didn’t realize it, that I always had the power to be a non-victim, to not live in mortal fear of everyone, but didn’t realize it because the abuse I endured had made me blind to the fact I was as worthy and powerful as anyone else and deserved to be treated well by others.  I was finally seeing what was possible for me without all that paralyzing fear, shame and self-hatred dragging me down.

But the political abuses of our monstrously narcissistic and sociopathic president and his equally malicious administration has retriggered a lot of the Bad Old Me, the scared-of-everything-and-everyone me.     I won’t go into the specifics of what those abuses are since this is not intended to be a political post and I know I’m not alone in feeling so terrified and depressed at the same time.   All of us, especially those of us who survived narcissistic abuse, and especially if it was sustained over a long period of time, all know why he triggers us.

2017 has been a horror show for me.    I feel like an unwilling participant in the Trump Reality Show, all the while knowing I’m on the losing team.    This doesn’t just mean obsessing over the latest upsetting news story and worrying about the effect its outcome might ultimately have on my freedom, financial status, health, and general well-being.     I’ve also been doubting myself again.  My feelings are hurt more easily, I ruminate and obsess for weeks over insults and rejections, even by people I don’t know well.   Often I feel like I can’t function at all.   I’ve returned to feeling like a victim, and even while I know that such a self-defeating, negative attitude tends to draw in even more negativity,  I can’t help it.   Almost a year after Trump’s inauguration,  I’m generally in one of three moods: fearful, depressed, and angry — sometimes all three at the same time.  Sometimes I feel dissociated, like nothing is real anymore.   Sometimes I slide into a kind of numbness where cynicism and fatalism take over.   I think about death a lot.

But something odd has happened too.  In the midst of the darkness, my faith in God has intensified.   I know he has a plan for me, which involves illuminating the truth and serving as a voice for the vulnerable.   Even while my emotional life is presently in turmoil, I feel like God is very near and no matter what happens, I should not be afraid or give into despair or hopelessness.   Even if I become one of the casualties of this president’s policies,  and even if I have to die,  it will have meant something and I would have fulfilled His purpose for me.

As my faith has grown, my heart has changed.   I used to consider myself self-centered and unconcerned about others, even to the point of not being able to feel much empathy to others.   But that was because I felt like I constantly had to protect myself from being hurt.   It’s strange to me that even though a lot of those old “poor me” emotions have come back, this newfound concern about the world at large has not faltered and always exceeds my concern for myself.  That is definitely something new.

I realized about two years ago that the narcissistic abuse I had to endure as a child wasn’t just some random thing that happened.    It was ultimately a teacher that gave me a doctoral level course in how narcissists operate.   It was schooling to prepare me for what we are facing now on the national level.  After my rage at my abusers (and people with NPD in general) burnt itself out, I began to wonder if I was a narcissist myself, or even had NPD.    I looked at those traits I possessed that resulted from not having been validated as a functioning, worthy human being by my parents — my self centeredness, my envy of others, my tendency in the past to not take responsibility and project fault onto others, my rage, my frozen empathy, my tendency to hate (or fall in love with)  people easily — and concluded that I was myself a narcissist.   I made it my mission to rid myself of my narcissism, but at the same time (or actually, slightly prior to it), I entered an odd phase where I began to sympathize with narcissists and sought to understand them rather than keep bashing them.   I wrote posts criticizing what I felt, at the time, was an unjust demonization of people with NPD by the narcissistic abuse community.    I even started a blog documenting my self-healing journey and later, my therapy.   (That blog has been inactive since April and I have no interest in ever posting in it again).

As it turned out, that weird phase was short lived.  I had insisted that my therapist give me an NPD diagnosis, since I was so certain I had it and couldn’t work on myself properly if I didn’t have the actual label.  My therapist didn’t think I even qualified for the BPD diagnosis I had been given in the ’90s.   Instead, when I kept pushing for a diagnosis, he said he thought I had PTSD (more accurately, C-PTSD), maybe with a few narcissistic traits (“fleas” in narc-abuse parlance), but certainly not fullblown NPD.     Gradually I stopped sympathizing with narcissists too, and developed indifference toward them.   The whole topic of narcissism, in fact, had begun to bore me.   Today I could care less about narcissists, although I don’t actively feel hatred toward them.   I just feel — nothing toward them.

I’ve been puzzling over why I developed that weird empathy toward narcissists (and my conviction that I was one), because I’m feeling none of that now, with this malignant narcissist president, or toward narcissists in general.  Yesterday I finally realized why that happened.   The darkness and evil we are facing is so dangerous and so powerful, that for me to have remained in a state of hatred (which is normal for people who have recently left narcissistic relationships) would have kept me from being able to reach out and give hope to others.  Hatred, no matter if it’s born of righteous anger, is just another form of darkness, and blocks any light from getting through.  Not only would it have hindered me from doing the work that God planned for me, it would have eventually destroyed me.  Hatred eats you alive and exacerbates any narcissistic traits one has.   In order for me to let go of my hatred I had to look inward at my own narcissism and rid myself of it.  I would not have been able to see what I was doing to myself with such clarity had I remained stuck in hatred.

I know I’m not explaining myself very well, but I know I’ve changed, and all these psychological stages I had to go through happened as part of my training.  Knowing that, none of this is easy.  In fact, it’s excruciatingly painful but in an existential, rather than personal, way.   It hurts to know there are so many horrible people in the world who have no conscience, no moral center, no respect for the truth or for justice, and do not care about anyone but themselves.   It hurts to know that greed and narcissism is decimating everything good in the world.   It hurts knowing that we have a bunch of men running the country who have made it clear they want most of us to perish and are actively trying to make that a reality and are gleefully going about their mission to destroy.   It hurts to know that, to them, I’m worthless, a useless parasite who deserves to die.   Their soullessness and cruelty makes me question my own worth and is making me doubt myself again and making me act in the old ways that bring about abuse.   I’m prey and they can smell that.    But this time, it’s not just about me.   It’s about all of us who have been targeted.   The evil we are in the midst of feels eternally powerful, oppressive, almost biblical in its malice, some dark force not of this world.  It’s overwhelming.   It’s overwhelmingly sad.  And scary.  And very, very hard not to give in to hate.

Nevertheless I must soldier on.    I can’t go back.   My past gave me tools to do the work I have been asked to do, whatever that work may be.   No matter what happens, God has my back.   But it’s so hard.

12 thoughts on “What 2017 has taught me.

  1. I think I’m beginning to understand why people need to believe in God. It must be very comforting to believe there is a being who is all-powerful and all-loving who can resolve all injustice. It would really be nice. I just don’t have that solace. Instead, I have an existential awareness of the absurdity and senselessness of the world. Not that the universe doesn’t make any sense. It’s an awesomely beautiful manifestation. I do appreciate that. But somehow letting go of all attachment to justice and meaning leaves me in a place of exquisite freedom. I don’t know if that makes sense but I think that’s what Camus was getting at in the end of The Stranger.

    The only people in the world I hate are Ronald Reagan and James O’Keefe. But, when I think about it, really think about it, I realize what I hate is the way the country has changed since Reagan started us on a downward spiral and the fact that ACORN

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    • has been destroyed by lies. My comment was suddenly posted without my finishing it so this is the same post continued. “It hurts to know that, to them, I’m worthless, a useless parasite who deserves to die.” I suppose I am also “a useless parasite who deserves to die” as well. To them, I mean. But I don’t respect their opinions so they don’t bother me. What does bother me is the prospect of their enacting policies that would destroy my world. I wonder what abolition of net neutrality would do to our blogs. I can’t believe the American people would put up with the internet being destroyed. Nor, with the end of Medicare or Social Security. Well, as Margo said in “All About Eve,” “Fasten your seat belts. It’s gonna be a bumpy night.” Not to make light of it. Not at all. The entire world we live in is at risk. But living in a capitalist system is to always be at risk. I’ve never felt safe since I grew up and had to take care of myself. It’s kind of a relief that I won’t have to maintain my physical existence for much longer. But it’s kind of daunting to know that I might outlive the world. I feel sorry for the young people with their whole lives ahead of them. I guess this is the kind of detachment that comes with age. I hope you don’t hate me for it. Every time you say things like “It hurts to know there are so many horrible people in the world who have no conscience, no moral center, no respect for the truth or for justice, and do not care about anyone but themselves,” I kind of cringe because I do care about you and I can’t help but believe you probably disapprove of me on a very deep level. Oh, I know you mean Trump by that sentence, not me. But it seems to apply to me as well. Well, I’ve had to deal with friends I was once close to drawing back in horror since I’ve been “out” as a psychopath. I hope that doesn’t sound like self-pity. It’s just interesting to see where this “long, strange trip” has led me. Would you believe me when I say at this moment I am full of love? But it’s a detached kind of love, not a personal one. Well, I hope some of what I’ve written is coherent.

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      • They say they’re all about “freedom” but their definition of freedom is vastly different than the way most of us define it. To them, it’s the “freedom” to not have to give back to society if you’re filthy rich, the “freedom” to impose your beliefs and values on others, and “freedom” to be an abusive scumbag. The Founding Fathers certainly were not thinking of that sort of “freedom” when they drew up the Constitution and Bill of Rights. But like everything else, the GOP has twisted meanings in a very Orwellian, sinister way, so that words have come to sometimes mean the opposite of what they originally meant. This is rampant both in evangelical Christianity and in the GOP. A damn shame. I hope it’s not too late.
        I wish I could not allow what these dirty scumbags think of people like me (poor and liberal) not affect me personally, but it does. I know they are wrong, but it’s a huge trigger for me.


  2. As you soldier on, which you are doing quite well, I think of this from Lao Tzu;
    “a skillful soldier is not violent, an able fighter does not rage,”
    There is in that the truth you found of the importance of getting out of, or letting go of, hatred.

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  3. I don’t think it’s bad to have a more balanced view of narcissism….The malignant ones seem to be the truly, unrepentant, destructive ones, and the narc abuse community has its own abusive tendencies. But I recall checking out that Facebook group you led me to, and seeing a narcissist make fun of victims for “obsessing” over narcissists. I suppose it’s best to let go of hatred, stop seeing narcissists under every rock, and just live one’s life, but still be mindful that narcs are out there. That way we can recognize every trick Trump pulls, while the media goes through constant cycles of “He’s acting Presidential! OMG!” Or “He apologized!”

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  5. The thing that amazes me the most about you, Lucky, besides your terrific writing skill, is your incredible honesty. You are an inspiration.

    2017 has been a crazy year. I’m trying not to worry about 2018!

    The picture you have on this post is almost identical to a picture that I took a few months ago. My husband was driving and I was taking pictures out the window of a massive storm cloud that was dogging us. I even got a short video of the storm, with cloud-to-
    ground lightning strikes. It was very scary. An appropriate picture for this post.

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    • I remember your post about that storm, and the photos! Very scary! I thought the photo here (which I didn’t take) was very appropriate to the times we are in. But no matter how big or dangerous the storm, they always pass.

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