I was about to go to bed but decided to check my email one more time tonight, and read something unbelievable.
A person who had been reading my blog and says they are a narcissist wrote me a long email. To protect their privacy, I will not repost their email.
To paraphrase, she told me she knew she was a narcissist and felt like she didn’t deserve to live anymore. A few months ago she was ready to commit suicide. She confessed to me many of the things she’d done to hurt her husband, her kids, friends and family which I won’t go into detail about here to respect her privacy. She said she wants to change but doesn’t know how to stop. She tries, but it never works for long. She is also an ACON who had a narcissistic mother (and no father because he died when she was a child).
She’s been reading my blog for awhile and has never commented because she said she was too ashamed to even post under a handle on a public website, but she said my posts have given her so much hope that she decided not to kill herself and is starting to see a therapist who specializes in personality disorders. In the parlance of young people today, I can’t even.
I just have no words right now except tears. I’ll have to respond to her email tomorrow.
I can’t even tell you how amazing and incredible and magnificent and encouraging it is when someone tells me my blog has helped them or given them hope. I get choked up every time I hear something like that. But when it comes from a narcissist? That just proves to me there really is a God who loves every one of us.
Even if this person isn’t a narcissist, who cares? Whatever her problem, she feels better.
What an incredible gift. Who cares about spikes in stats or numbers of views, when THIS is what really, really matters.







