I wrote it down, everything that wasn’t true, everything that tried to distort me. I covered it in salt and ash. Stripped it of power. Broke its hold. Then I drove a railroad nail through it. Slow. Intentional. Final. I let it sit for a week… not to hold onto it, but to let it be witnes

We don’t put up with narcissists because we’re weak. We put up with them because we were trained to confuse chaos with love, manipulation with care, and control with safety. The truth is that a version of us that stayed was doing the best they could with what they were taught. But the version wa