How did I get here again? I swore I wouldn’t let you rob me of my happiness.  

I was useless, that I would never amount to anything. But then she’ll turn around and try to guilt trip me into believing that she cares and that she loves me.

I will claim this title freely today; it’s given me boundless power and voice.

When I was 19, my boyfriend checked my phone because he was scared to lose me. 

I wanted to bury myself in the sand to avoid judgment.

You hate him almost as much as you love him, and you hate yourself a little for feeling both things.

No matter what, nothing is ever his fault. There are no apologies. There is no empathy.

Gaslighting is a malicious and hidden form of mental and emotional abuse.

Dealing with a narcissist is one of the most soul-sucking, frustrating and life-altering experiences I’ve personally ever had.

I found myself alone, broken parts and splintered pieces.