I suppose I wanted what everyone wants– to love and be loved. But getting to that point; well, that’s been a bit of a roller coaster ride.

My mom, having been abused as a kid, developed a personality disorder. Whether she’s Narcissistic, Borderline, or Histrionic I’m not sure. You pick. The end result was her continuing the abusive cycle by abusing me.

Then, just so I would never lack for reasons to go to therapy, she, and later my dad, joined a strict religious cult when I was 2 years old. I escaped the cult when I was 28. Per the cult’s rules, all of my family and friends who were in the cult then abandoned and rejected me. So that was fun.

At that point, while I was scared and very vulnerable, I met a charismatic and attractive man I married and stayed with for 20 years. The rub was– he turned out to be a narcissistically personality disordered psychopath who had a fondness for bashing my head into things. Good times.

The best news is that I’m free now! Free to find joy, bask in peace, and just be. On this blog I tell the journey of all the things that hurt and all the things that helped with cult recovery, narcissistic abuse, and abusive relationship recovery. I sincerely hope some of it appeals to, helps, or at least entertains you.

Shine it on!