People get deeply uncomfortable when you say you have not forgiven your abuser and do not plan to. Not because you are wrong, but because it forces them to confront how badly abuse has been minimised in our culture. The second you say, “I don’t forgive her,” people start scrambling to tidy it up for themselves. Suddenly they need to explain healing to you. They need to tell you that you are carrying anger, carrying hate, carrying pain. They need to believe forgiveness is the

Imagine arriving at an Emergency Room with a life-threatening, bleeding wound, only to have the doctor lean in and say, "But have you considered that the person who did this to you was probably just very stressed and had a difficult upbringing themselves?" In that moment, the physician is not being nuanced or balanced; they are being dangerously negligent by prioritising the hypothetical motives of an attacker over the immediate survival of the patient. This is exactly what h

Today marks 11 years since I went no contact with my narcissistic mother. Eleven years since I made the hardest, bravest, most life-changing decision of my life. Eleven years since I chose myself. I call it my Independence Day . Not in sadness or regret, but in celebration; a recognition of my strength, my healing and how far I've come. November 21, 2014. I can still remember the weight in my chest, the fear, the guilt, the voice in my head screaming that I was making a terr

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I want to share something close to my heart—a reflection on healing, understanding, and the delicate dance between the two. To those...

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As someone who grew up with a covert narcissist mother, I know firsthand how challenging this journey can be. When I think back to my...