My Journey to Recovery

My life has been excruciating since the day I was born. Being born crippled. My mom was a bipolar narcissist.

She would be cruel to me, calling me names, telling me I wasn’t good enough or amounted to anything. Feeling unloved and unwanted, I grew up depressed, thinking something was wrong with me.

At 5 I had a traumatic experience, and I did not understand at the time what was happening. I had to get braces for my legs, and I had to wear them to school. The other kids would call me stupid and retard. At the same time, I had epilepsy and was getting seizures. I missed a lot of school because of the seizures. My head hurt so bad and I didn’t know what seizures were or if they would kill me. The doctors talked to my parents, but no one talked to me. I felt scared and alone. Not sure what was happening at that time. They had tried different medications to help with the seizures. At that time, the doctors had to put me on the strongest medication available for a child. My headaches were worse than any migraine you could imagine.

But then one positive thing did happen. It was the day my alter ego stepped up and said I will be here for you. I will help you stand up for yourself and be strong. When you are weak, I am strong. We will get through this together. Through the years, I relied on her to help me be brave, courageous, and strong. We would slay dragons together. It worked for me time after time when life threw hard challenges my way!

Till I thought I met the man of my dreams. At first, he was funny, kind, caring, and he would buy me flowers. I felt like he was my soulmate! Then, after we were married for a year, he flipped the switch. He became unloving, always causing drama, seeking attention when I was not with him. He would do this by causing fights, he would accuse me of cheating, he would degrade me, criticize me, and nothing was ever good enough for him. After a while, I felt like a third-world-country wife. I was just a slave to him. I worked full-time, had to do all the cooking and cleaning myself. Anytime I asked for help, it was a BIG NO. He would gaslight, manipulate, and control every moment of my day. If I were too tired to help him with anything in life, I would be selfish. He didn’t care that he was slowly killing me, physically, mentally, and emotionally. He drained my life out of me, and all I wanted was out. I thought about killing myself or killing him. But I decided to LEAVE instead.

It was the best decision of my life. I moved in with my daughter, son-in-law, and granddaughter. My life was shattered. I wasn’t sure I would live through all the abuse, trauma, and pain he caused me. But I did. Before I left, I went into therapy, and she helped me see what was going on. I started doing my own research and figured out that he was a bipolar narcissist like my mother. The lies and the gaslighting were extremely bad. Then he would deny his own lies. He NEVER took accountability for his own actions.

Now I have researched narcissistic abuse extensively. If I can recover, so can you. I want to help you recover from narcissistic abuse and heal. I created a course to help you recover and feel more empowered, confident, and have more joy, peace, and freedom. Click the link below to get your life back. course.mynarcissisticvictimssyndrome.com/sales-page.

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