Self-care Tips for Everyday Life After Narcissistic Abuse

Sharing my Personal Practice & Journey of Self-care In the initial stages of recovery from narcissistic abuse I remember a question I posed to myself was…. How do I get back to functioning and living in everyday life now I am physically free from abuse and my abuser? This may seem simple and even counterintuitiveContinue reading “Self-care Tips for Everyday Life After Narcissistic Abuse”

No Contact: Life After Narcissistic Abuse

‪ “Real transformation happens when we have reached all of our limits”. E.Wayde It can often become easier for us to dwell on our abuser, their ‘new life’ and their ‘new supply’ or new partner, as they taunt their victims, from a distance and flaunt an often sickening display of their ‘newest’ relationship or supposedContinue reading “No Contact: Life After Narcissistic Abuse”

5 Self-Care Tips

Tip 1. Whenever in doubt choose self-care first 💛 When we choose to make our self-care needs our first priority, we are taking practical steps towards building a strong sense of self-worth and healthy self-esteem. This doesn’t mean we stop doing the things we normally would, however this gives rise for us to make betterContinue reading “5 Self-Care Tips”

What is Self-Care? What does it look like, and how do we ensure we are cultivating enough self-care practices so we are in a safe place within our environment, our minds and in our bodies.

In this article on Self-care I touch on some extremely dark reasons as to why self-care is so important

Forgotten time of a Child

Forgotten time of a child Time gives to misplaced memories Distorted faces and places Emotion sits dormant and sunken Her heart beats restless and unstill Frightened by the sounds Frightening screams as she watches them argue Isolation became her sanctuary Silent games played for hours Living in her dreamland Living in everyone’s shadow Her homeContinue reading “Forgotten time of a Child”

‘Today Marks The Day’

This piece feels more personal than anything I have shared or written before, I see each scene play out before my very eyes with each fragmented memory stored in no particular order like a flashback held captive in my mind as complex trauma speaks through me.