Identity

Rediscover who you are beyond the abuse and rebuild a life rooted in confidence and purpose.

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    Remembering Little Things

    It’s weird when little things trigger memories of trauma—especially when, at the time, you had no idea what you were experiencing was abuse. Tonight, as I was getting ready to brush my teeth, the tiniest amount of toothpaste came out of the tube, and that was all it took to take me back to 1999. We had only recently gotten engaged when the little things started. One of them was how I needed to save money anywhere I could. I was already living in government apartments after graduating with my degree because he told me that since he was living with his parents to save money, I needed to be…

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    She Was Slowly Erased

    I look at old photos—and I don’t see what I used to see. I don’t pick apart my weight or my smile or my hair.I don’t zoom in and cringe at my hips or the way my clothes fit.Instead, I feel this ache deep in my chest for the girl in them. Because I know what’s coming. She doesn’t. She’s just standing there, hopeful. Loving hard. Wanting to be chosen, kept, enough. But soon she’ll be convinced that she’s not. Before she got engaged, she wore a ball chain necklace every day. She’d had it for years. It wasn’t fancy. Just simple. It had a Celtic cross on it, and…

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    Breaking the Silence: My Journey After Narcissistic Abuse

    This blog is long overdue — not because I didn’t have anything to say, but because for so long, I didn’t know how to say it. I’ve been carrying pieces of this story for years, some too painful to look at, others buried so deep I forgot they were even mine. For 23 years, I lived in a relationship that slowly chipped away at who I was. And even now, three years post-divorce, I still find myself picking up the remnants of who I used to be. You don’t just walk away from narcissistic abuse and feel whole again. You walk away questioning everything — your worth, your voice, your…