I really like Harry Potter. So much so that I even wrote an essay on the series for my Children’s Literature Class at uni — I got a good mark for it, too! I always joke that Harry and Ron even attended my graduation in Glasgow (see picture). So being the enthusiastic reader of the books that […]
Everybody gets that. I don’t believe that anyone, any human being, doesn’t from time to time have a meltdown. Welcome to the human race.
The problem with being told to leave my comfort zone for me as a survivor of abuse is that for the longest time I had no comfort zone.
The day that forever changed my life was daunting. Cutting ties with my parents. It felt like I was cutting away the safety net I was convinced I needed.
It is difficult for survivors of abuse to keep safe from online stalking. Often the abuser keeps track of Facebook accounts, LinkedIn profiles, you name it!
A mother’s love is supposed to be the strongest and most unconditional love imaginable. It should create the basis of the love we have for ourselves
Since I have been away from my family, I have not missed them even for a single second. If there had been love, there had been grief.
If it was not for my friends, I would have been lost. I’d not have been able to even leave my family, or make it through the healing either.
I once heard someone speak of the children of narcissists as Bonsai Children. We are put in a small pot, our growth is stunted, our potential seems lost.
Finding out about emotional abuse is a delicate balance of terrifying euphoria. It is both feeling liberated and a staring into the abyss.