Reminiscent…. is the Scent of You

Reminiscent…. is the Scent of You Reminiscent, it ain’t me and it ain’t you Reminiscent is it me missing you Reminiscent of a sky holding hope for you Reminiscent of a space my heart held on for you Reminiscent walking holding your hand Reminiscent Locked up tied down, she drowns in a swamp filled withContinue reading “Reminiscent…. is the Scent of You”

Dead of the night

Day dreams are my daymares like nightmares circulating my mind in the light of day… it’s been days now, why now what’s up now?! ‘Your’ love slips me over pulls me under, slipping me under, got me fighting the pull, don’t let this one slip, don’t let me go back, under you. My skin crawlsContinue reading “Dead of the night”

The Power of the Written Word

I originally wrote this piece over two and bit years ago, and felt it was important to share here. This is a letter to the ex Psychopath, it is about releasing anger and rage, and reclaiming my power. There is much power in the written word, writing things out can help us to find ourContinue reading “The Power of the Written Word”

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”

‘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.