I see you. I see you sitting on your bed in that faded red shirt, looking through your old birthday photos, feeling everything all at once — loss, loneliness, and confusion. I see the weight on you…

You know, I’ve never been the skinniest child. But when my mother was alive, my weight wasn’t something that mattered. It wasn’t something that defined me, bothered me, or even crossed my mind in a…

Today, I celebrate you—The narcissistic witchWho wore my mother’s face,Stole her place,And claimed a throne you never earned. You’re a gossip,A slanderer,Malicious and cruel,Spitting po…

I was listening to an episode of the Mel Robbins podcast about narcissists, and it felt like puzzle pieces were finally clicking into place. It made me realize that narcissists are terrified of bei…

ALT: a young boy is standing in front of a window and looking out the window .