When my mediation approached, I was soaring to freedom. I could feel the freedom running through my veins and filling my soul. After 23 years of abuse, I was finally going to be free.

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…