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Take away a narcissist's power and they can become the nicest people in the world.  Give them an inch of that power back and they will take that inch and try to run a mile with it.  They will use that tiny bit of power to control, manipulate, degrade, humiliate, threaten (or however else they get their kicks) their scapegoat(s).  Narcs crave power: the power they have over others and over themselves.  They hate to be controlled, but will bow down when it suits them to do so. 

Always remember this one thing when dealing with a narc: every single thing is a manipulation.  Even if it's not meant as one in the moment, it will become one later on when it suits them to use it against you. 

Say you're having drinks with a narc (or just having fun).  You both are laughing, having a great time.  You think "This isn't so bad!  They can really be awesome sometimes!"  So you let out a little more info than you would if you weren't having so much fun.  The narcissist may reply in kind, letting their own guard down and saying things they normally wouldn't.  You may feel like you're actually bonding with them for once.  Even if the narc feels the same way in the moment, know that later, they will regret what they said to you and then tell others what you said and/or make fun of how you were acting with them on said night. 

Once, many years ago, my ex-SIL (though I was married to her brother at the time) and I were laughing our asses off, having fun, being silly, and really having a great night while on vacation together.  We were laughing so hard we were crying (which is always a sign of a fun time).  A few days later she said to me "I only ever talk to you because I feel bad for you.  You were having so much fun I couldn't let you down by telling you how dumb you were acting." 

Now, she was actually having fun, but she felt stupid so she had to make me feel stupid, too.  She went around to her family and told them how dumb I was acting and how immature I was.  Maybe she feared I would have done the same to her so she did it first so nobody believed me?  It's quite sad to think how much these narcissists act out because of their own insecurities.  It must really suck to live inside their heads. 

Once my mother told my entire family at a family reunion (I wasn't invited to) that "I have no idea why she had never achieved anything in life.  What a waste." (referring to me).  My mother relayed this info to a mutual friend of ours who told me about it.  This was back when I started this blog (2013 I think?).  Then earlier this year (2019), her doctors messed up her meds for her essential tremor and she had to go without it for a month.  It was horrible.  It got to the point she couldn't swallow due to her tremors.  During this time her depression hit an all-time low and she said things to me she normally would not have told me.  One thing she said was "I am not worth anything.  I haven't achieved one thing in my life at all.  What good am I?"  When I heard her say that, I instantly knew she had been projecting her insecurities of feeling worthless onto me.  And not just for that day she said I hadn't achieved anything, but for my entire life. 

Not that it makes that behavior okay.  Of course, it still makes her awful, but after hearing this, I realized I don't have to take it personally anymore.  

Think about it, this blog has come full circle.  The reason I started it was because of what happened during the time of her saying that about me, and now she's finally cleared it up for me six years later.  Not on purpose, mind you, had she not felt so horrible she never would have said a word to me about that.  But guiltily, I feel like it was a bit of a blessing to have it all happen (though I honestly wouldn't have wished what happened to her to happen to anyone, it was quite horrid).

Within a few days after, she got back on her meds and WOW did she have some making up to do.  She felt so vulnerable and horrible that she had shared her private feelings of inadequacy with me that she had to take it out on me with full force with the guilting and shaming and manipulation again (though it didn't work this time). 

See?  You take away their power?  They have nothing left and may break down.  But the minute their power comes back?  The game is right back on. 

In that moment, where she shared these horrible feelings about herself with me, I didn't fall for it.  I felt bad for her, yes, but I didn't think it was some monumental moment that we were sharing that would change both of us forever (like they do on TV shows or movies).  I knew better.  But I did feel grateful.  She never got to understand that her mother's treatment of her was her mother projecting all her own feelings of worthlessness.  But I got to see it firsthand with my own mother.  I got to hear the words she used against me to try to make me feel worthless being spoken about herself.  So it really was a monumental moment for me.  Not for us and our relationship, mine and mother's.  But just me.  I got to take all the horrible, mean, awful, and derogatory things she's done and said to me throughout the years and put them right back where they belong: in her heart.  They don't belong in mine anymore.  I refuse to carry my mother's pain.  She can have it all back (or better yet, I can just let it fall away so everyone can be rid of it). 

Think of Pain as Sand


I am not a narcissist, therefore I have the ability to understand myself and others and empathize with them.  I get why people are the way they are.  And I understand that when a narcissist has no idea where to put their pain they will get out their sand toys (like the type you play with on the beach when you're a kid), stick their little shovel in their bucket-of-pain and throw it at anyone who they think it will stick to.  They can't deal with it spilling all around at their own feet (because who likes sand in their shoes?), so they try to empty it on others.   Think of all the narcissists in the world as a beach filled with toddlers.  Nobody is playing fair.  Everyone is sweaty and screaming.  And that one is dumping their bucket of sand on other one's head.  Where are their parents? you may ask.  Who's watching these little bozos?  Oh, if they're still alive, they are on the beach too, with their own toys, dumping their buckets on their kids' heads.  It's a fucking shit show.  There's sand in diapers, in their hair, embedded in their cracks and crevices.  And everyone is crying.  And they have no idea how to grow up and play nice.  So there they are, forever on the beach of pain, being two years old, and screaming when someone touches their beach toys.

So your job in all of this? 

Is to leave the fucking beach.  

Let the toddlers continue to throw sand at each other.  You can quietly brush off the tiny grains of withered earth your parents threw on you and put it back int their buckets where it belongs.  That sand?  Is as old as your family line.  It was sand that their parents threw on them, and they on them, and so forth and on and on and on.  It's all the same fucking sand. 

So now, you have to make a conscious choice not to throw that sand on your kids' heads.  Or at anyone else, for that matter.  Learn how to clean yourself of it and transform it when you can.  When you put sand from the beach in your hands, what does it do?  It slips through your fingers, right?  But when we're wet (which is our sadness and sorrow and anger), it sticks to us.  So dry yourself off and let it fall to the ground where it belongs. 

So, how do you do that?  


For one, make a list.  Make a list of every single thing you feel bad about yourself that your parents made you feel.  Mine looks like this:


  • bad at math (she is the reason I have math anxiety and failed math constantly as a child)
  • bad handwriting (she makes a huge deal out of not being able to read my handwriting, still to this day which gave me a horrible complex about it for most of my life)
  • makes poor choices (according to her, every choice I make is stupid or wrong, even if she does the same things--which are good choices when she makes them)
  • has dumb ideas (see above)
  • is a child (she treats me as a child even though I am in my 40's, so I end up feeling like a child in most situations in my life)
  • is incapable (even if I do something awesome, it is ignored, but when I can't do something or something fails, a big deal is made so I remember just how incapable I am)
  • is a bad parent/pet owner (this one does not resonate with me, but it's definitely something she had tried to make me feel--if I can't afford something for my dog, then I am a bad pet owner, but she will flat out refuse to take care of her pets if they need something--so much projection there)
  • is a liar (she believes nothing I ever say...though she has made it so I have to lie to her about things that are none of her business)
  • is lazy (she will accuse me of sleeping all day and make "jokes" when she calls and says "Did I wake you up?" even though it's 3pm)

There's probably a ton more.  But these are the main ones.  The list has changed throughout the years.  It's also grown in some ways and waned in others.  (If I made this list back in the late 90's, I would have added "is a slut".  She and my father used to call me a slut and a whore, even though they had no idea of my sexual status.  I think they thought that slut-shaming me was the fastest way to empty their own pain onto me, and it definitely worked.)

So, what I have done and am still doing, is to take each one of these and prove they're wrong.  I take each one and figure out how to reverse them.  Or, if I can't, figure out how to not give a shit.  Some things I've learned by accident, and others were me deliberately seeking out answers.  Maybe you can keep a journal about yours?  (if you are scared of someone finding your journal, try making an online blog that is only available for you to see).  Working on healing the crap your parents placed on you will help you learn who you were supposed to be without them projecting their bullshit on you and other toddlers throwing their sand around.  (Remember the childhood rhyme "I'm rubber and you're glue"?  Feel free to chant that at any toddler throwing their sand!)


From doing this, I've realized that my mother's issues with my handwriting, I've learned, is her issue, not mine.  I presented my art in a Facebook art group once, apologizing for my handwriting and tons of people wrote back and said "Why?  You have gorgeous handwriting!"  I responded "Are we in the twilight zone??  What are you guys talking about?"  I explained about my mother's issue with my handwriting and they all told me she must be jealous.  Whether or not my mother is actually jealous or just trying to bring me down to the level she feels, it doesn't matter because, after that, I learned to love my handwriting.  Learn to love the parts of you your mother wanted you to hate. 

Then I worked on my math.  I got Brain Age for my Nintendo DS, and found that I am actually really, really good at math.  AND, something even more awesome, I can count back change in seconds now rather than having to use a calculator.  I've had many jobs in my life, all have been in retail and as a cashier.  If I messed up typing in how much cash they gave me, I'd have NO CLUE how to count it back.  This was because I would freeze when thinking about doing math in my head (thanks to playing Yahtzee with mother).  But once I took that block off by letting myself relax and just play a game, I no longer feared math.  And when I say feared math, I mean feared doing it wrong.  I feared the person in front of me thinking "What a stupid idiot who can't do simple math!"  Now I just practice math in my spare time, I learn what I can when I can, and I don't fear assholes judging me anymore.  Neither should you. 

As for the liar and the lazy bit: instead of explaining myself, I just agree to whatever she says.  If she says I was sleeping? I say "Yeah, you woke me up, thanks a lot!!"  Or if she says I'm being lazy, I say "I am so busy right now eating ice cream and laying around on my couch!"  If she says I am lying about something I say "Of course I'm lying! I'm a liar, duh!"  Because I don't give a shit what her expectations are of me anymore.  If she wants to think I am a lazy liar?  Let her.  She wants me to stick up for myself so she can lay into me.  So why the hell do give her what she wants?  Simple answer: I don't.  You shouldn't either.  

Now I want to work on the "feeling like a child" thing.  In order to feel like an adult, you have to be sure of yourself.  You have to be proud of what you do and know for a fact you know what you're doing.  So I'm going to take something (or many sometimes) and learn all I can about it and implement what I know in the real world.  Even if it's just teaching a class on art or writing or doing something else equally as fun.  In order to learn to feel confident, we have to usually enjoy what we're doing. So find what you enjoy and do more of that until you feel good enough to help others learn it too.  Becoming an expert at something and getting feedback that you're doing it right helps you feel great about yourself as well as giving you the confidence to kick naysayers the curb when they come knocking.

Also, in the "adulting" category, I work on healing my shit every single day.  This means I work on how I talk to people, notice when I am projecting, stepping back when I know I am wrong and admitting it, and learning to deeply listen (which is hard with ADD, but I am working on it).  I don't have to always feel like an adult, but I do have to act like one.  And not throwing my sand on other people's heads anymore is a great start.  Keep your sand in your own bucket until you can figure out what to properly do with it.

Speaking of this one, I once saw Wynonna Judd come out on a show to talk about her new album (this was many years ago).  She came out, took her seat, and started talking, looking confident and strong.  She was knowledgable about what she was talking about and you could tell, this was her element.  Then her mother came out on stage to sit with her, and I say Wynona's demeanor completely change and she tried to sink into her seat to become invisible.  Her voice even changed and would look to her mother for reassurance.  I was like "Damn, mama Judd is such a fucking narcissist!!"  I recognized Wynonna's behavior as my own, feeling great about myself until my mother joins the conversation and all of a sudden, I'm a kid again.  Years ago, I was on a reality TV show.  The cast was interviewing me and I felt amazingly confident and I felt like I really "knew my shit".  Everyone was so nice and we were all having fun, and I felt respected and very "adult", which as a child of a narc, is very hard to feel like most days.  Then another cast member of the show, who was a complete asshole narcissist, came over and took over the conversation and I withdrew into my shell and started stammering over my words and felt like an idiot.  All of a sudden I second-guessed everything I thought I knew as she challenged me, and the show ended with me looking like a fool.  I was sooooooooo happy when we found out it wasn't airing.  But that's the plight of a child of a narcissist.  We allow ourselves to be bullied because we grew up thinking that was okay (and that we deserved it).  This kind of crap follows us in our relationships, our jobs, and our entire lives.  

Without exploring each one on my list, you get the gist of what I am saying here.  Take all the sand your parents poured on you and explore each part and figure out how to prove each one wrong.  Because, like I said, that sand?  Is your great-great-great-grandparents' sand.  And even further back farther than you can count.  Each generation has poured its bucket on their kids' heads.   Time to let the sand go back where it belongs and to tell yourself that you are not a depository for other people's pain and bullshit.  If they want to carry the burdens of their parents, let them.  That's not who you need to be.  And the fact that you're here reading this, says that's not who you want to be, either.  

Put away the toys.  Leave the beach.  And carry your own bucket.  It's time to find out who you are without all that sand that's been burying you.  






So, what are you carrying?  Make a list and feel free to talk about it below or on our Facebook page.


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I love when someone says "It's all in the past" or "It's time to move on", as though there's a special time limit on trauma, PTSD/CPTSD, or pain.  This is a term my mother uses frequently whenever I bring up the past.  It's a dismissive way to say "Oh god, you're overreacting again" or "Why do you dwell on things that are no longer happening?"  Talking about the past makes people uncomfortable, especially if it's filled with pain.  Bringing up your pain makes other people fear accessing their own pain.  So they dismiss your pain as a way to dismiss their own.

Like when I told my mother I was raped at fourteen years old, I accessed her pain of being raped at that age, which I was unaware of at the time.  When I told my mother about my own rape, she ignored me and said nothing at all and just kept driving.  We just sat in silence.  I was confused. And very, very hurt.  But years later, after I went no contact with her this last time, she met with a psychologist who got her to talk about her own rape.  After that, it was all she could talk about but she still denied my pain and acted like what happened to me hadn't happened at all.  That's her narcissist side creeping out.  She was allowed to be raped.  I was not.  It's a very gross and disgusting way of saying "My pain counts.  Your pain doesn't exist."

But if I were to bring this up, she'd say "It's all the past, why don't you let it go?"  That was a phrase I heard a billion times after having to be forced back into my mother's life again after over a year hiatus.  She refused to acknowledge my abuse as a child and just repeated this phrase to me over and over again.  I remember wanting to snap and just scream at her, but once again, I was in the grips of her bullshit without a way out: we were stuck with nobody else after becoming homeless and losing everything we owned, even our car.  We did eventually get some of our stuff back, but not a car.  We were stuck using hers just so my husband could get a job and get to work.

Now everything is a little different, but we aren't completely 100% yet.  We still suffer in many ways and those that know us well, know this about us.  But then today a family member told me on a post from last year that came up in my feed and I talked about how awful last year was, "So just be glad that rough part is in the past and leave it there."  

It's just another way to say "Stop living in the past" or "Let it go".  When you suffer from PTSD, the "rough part" is not in the past.  The roughest part maybe, but you relieve it on a regular basis.  Now, this doesn't happen to me as much anymore, waking up and thinking I am still there.  This used to happen quite regularly.  So I don't quite live in that space anymore.  But I do feel the pain of what we lost almost on a daily basis.  She then added, "Smile, because you came out on top!"  

This woman is notorious for plastering platitudes on everything she says to me.  She has no idea how to access her own pain.  Her own mother, who happens to be my family member too, is also a narcissist, is crazier than my own mother.  She had some deep pain she can't access, so she always throws on a smile and pretends everything is hunkydory, and makes excuses for why people treat her badly.  I care about her, but she's also a woman that forgot my 40th birthday (the next year she sent me a card, only after letting her know how much her forgetting my birthday hurt me, where she copied another card's sentiments instead of writing anything personal).  Forgetting my 40th is kind of a jacked up thing since were pretty close back then, but I can't dwell on people's mistakes (well, I can, but I shouldn't).  But anyway, my point is she has no idea how to say I'm sorry, or to really ask how other people are doing.  She can't access real feelings in those ways.  So I get it when she said these things to me today.  I get that she doesn't get what dealing with trauma (esp. that of having you and your family abducted by some crazy person in Missouri) looks like.  It probably makes her very uncomfortable.  

But still, I can't get over the whole "leave it in the past" line, which is triggering for me.  Maybe it's me.  It probably is.  But at the same time, I feel dismissed.  I feel my feelings have been dismissed.  "Smile, everything's better now!"  No, it isn't.  I still feel it every single day.  I still remember it.  I don't have the visceral flashbacks anymore.  I can't smell her apartment anymore.  I can't close my eyes and for a moment freak the hell out because I forget I am not being abused by her anymore.  But I'm still there at times.  I still remember and it still lives with me almost daily.  

I get that people don't get that part.  People who can't access their pain will never have those issues.  They can't feel things, so they shut them out and pretend everything is okay.  But dismissing another's feelings, even if not meant that way, isn't okay.  The last time I was going through a hard time and I was posting negative things on my FB page she decided to lecture me.  Told me I was "spiraling out of control", which was an overreaction as I was just talking about my pain.  But to her, that was spiraling.  But she didn't grow up with my parents.  She has no idea what "spiraling out of control" really looks like.  She didn't have a father drink himself into his grave all the while abusing his wife and child.  That's spiraling.  

Growing up with a narcissist mother taught me how to access my feelings because I was a spiteful child who wanted to never give in to her bullshit.  I wanted to talk about what I was going through whereas my mother wanted to pretend it never happened.  After my father died my mother "spiraled out of control" trying to drink herself into an early grave and then started physically abusing me as an adult (she learned fast and quick that I am not a person she could victimize in such a way).  Me bringing these things up on FB (and mind you, I only have my immediate family and very few trusted others on my page, not hundreds of friends) was not "spiraling" anything.  I was angry, yes, but I was dealing with my crazy mother who was abusing me at the time.  

So my family member lecturing me was just a way for her to get me to shut up.  So when she posted this today, I can't tell if she's being sincere (although misguided) or just shushing me and feeling I am "spiraling" again by dwelling on our trauma.  But it was only a year ago.  In actuality, it's practically the anniversary of the day we left.   Around year ago today we traveled down to southern Missouri, 500 miles from home and became homeless.  My cousin tricked us and told us she had a place for us to live.  And to find out, it was a shack in the middle of the woods that had been destroyed.  It was all a ploy for her narcissistic games to get us to her house so she could use and abuse us.  And that she did.  And then our car broke down and she got us got kicked out of her apartment and we became even more homeless than before.  It was horrible.  We had four cats, and four dogs and four humans and I feared we were going to lose everyone and everything.  We did end up losing two of our cats, and we had to leave everything behind in a storage unit, and came back to our town with nothing, except us, our dogs and two of our cats.  No furniture, beds, and hardly any clothes.  And my mother, who's apartment we live above, used that time after we moved in to abuse us some more.  So it seemed a never-ending nightmare.  My mother's abuse only recently stopped.  Though she still abuses us, it's the more "regular" style rather than the hardcore abuse she doled out last year (she literally tried to starve us last year, I am not even exaggerating).  

So yeah.  The past isn't that far behind us.  And my family member knows this.  And she ignores me when I talk about it.  I could make excuses for her...like I have been this entire blog.  Saying she can't access her pain.  Which she can't.  I know this.  But that doesn't mean it's okay to say these things to another person.  To tell them "It's in the past!  Move on!"  It's demeaning when people treat us like that, like our feelings do no matter.  And I think, even though I do like her and get along with her, I don't need her to be exposed to my personal posts.  Telling her she's being annoying probably won't' change her behavior, as it doesn't change my mother's behavior.  We all know this.  I've told her this before.

This kind of story happens to most of us who are vocal about our abuse.  So my advice?  Do what I did: put that family member/friend/etc. on restricted access (if it's on Facebook).  Don't give them the chance to dismiss you anymore.  I know I'm not.  

Some people are about surface relationships.  So that's as far as you should take it with them.  Don't let give them the chance to be a part of your healing, because they obviously don't want to be.  


It's not all in the past.  Nothing traumatic ever is.  Whether it's a specific trauma or just all the years of your abuse from your mother, it's all with you, all the time.  It heals, yes.  But it's okay to explore when you need to.  Don't let others act like you're "spiraling" or whatever they label you as.  You have every right to talk about your pain when needed.  Just make sure it's to people who you trust to comfort you and help you heal 💓





Narcissists are Tricksters.  They are liars.  They are never telling the truth, even when they are being nice.  The nicer they are to you, the more they are trying to get from you, whether it's an actual something (an item, an action, etc.) or just trying to lull you into a state of complacency so the next time they strike, it will hurt that much more.  The latter is what my mother does to me, over and over again. 

And every single time, I fall for it.

Why?  Why do I let her do this to me?

See, normally I don't fall for it because her good times were short and sweet (can we say ultra-sickening saccharine sweet?), so I'd know to just wait for the other shoe to drop, knowing it would come, and usually quickly.

But this time, I think she senses things are different.  Or rather, I am different. 

For one, while I live upstairs from her, I do not spend any time in her apartment, short of a once in awhile dinner (that I plan and cook for) or a holiday, or when I do laundry and I hang out for maybe fifteen minutes if she's there.  I do not hang out with her mainly because she smokes, and I am allergic to smoke (and she knows this, yet doesn't care).  Which is good for me, so I can leave.  Back in the old days, I'd spend six hours or more at her house every single day.

For two, when she's acting bitchy, I say something to her about (but only when she's pushed me far enough).  If she's downright mean to me, I  yell at her.  That's not something she's used to.  Now when these things happen, and I stand up to her, she's as sweet as pie the next day.  The last time she deserved getting yelled at (and I should have said more, but again, she has us in her control so I can't go too far with what I say) was after Christmas when she threw cheesecake at me.  I yelled at her, and she's literally been nice to me ever since.  It's March!

Never has her nice moods been for two entire months before.  So I freaking fell for it.  Shame on me too, because I literally started planning us all moving in together......EEEEKKK!!  What's wrong with me?  How can I be so blinded by shiny things that I forget all the torment and mean abusive behavior??  Uggghhh.

She hasn't completely reverted back yet.  Just nagging things here and there.  Like she's struggling to hold her assholery in and some of it seeps out like abusive diarrhea (nice visual...ew).  It's been leaking more and more lately, and here I am, getting all worked up and angry, and on edge again.  *sigh*  Why??  Why am I letting her words and behavior control me like this?  Healing sure isn't that simple when you have to deal the person in your life on a (mostly) daily basis.  I am even having those old PTSD stress dreams again, like I had when I first went no contact!  Uggghh.

It doesn't help that we just went 500 miles to retrieve all of our stuff from our move to MO, and our apartment is filled with boxes and it's so stuffed we can barely move in here.  Mess makes me stressed out.  After being minimal for six months I've learned to live with less and now I am going crazy with my house being bombarded with crap again.  But we have storage, so we just need to get it all into there and it will go back to normal again.  Then I will have to learn how to deal with the stress of my mother.  I've been so serene and happy these few months.  I can't let my happiness depend on my mother's mood.  I have let that happen my entire life, and it needs to stop.  2019 is going to be dedicated to learning how to let shit go, and move on from all the stress of 2018 and before.  Stress will always bet there, but how I deal with it is completely terrible.

Her mood swings can't dictate my moods.  They just can't.  I have been learning how to see her as a toddler, but when it comes to her controlling us, that is where I haven't been able to apply this yet.  But I will.  I am working on it.

This is an excerpt from my Soul Excavation Program: 


In order to heal from childhood abuse, you first need to recognize what you've lost.  And as ACONs, we've lost plenty.


Here is a rundown of some of the examples of loss:

  • an important person in our lives (human or animal)
  • parts of ourselves (our innocence, our sense of humor, our passions, a jobs, a home, a relationship, etc.)
  • parts of our childhood (or other phases in life)
  • developing as a healthy, coping adult (adult survivors of trauma or abuse never walk away without a scar of some sort)
  • personal objects
"A loss can be sudden, gradual, or prolonged.  It can be partial, complete, uncertain or unending.  It can be a single loss, multiple, or cumulative.  While it always personal, it can also be symbolic.  Loss is universal, but we encounter it daily, and we can easily overlook it.  Yet it's always there, threatening our self-esteem.  And while each loss is separate, every single ungrieved loss is felt every time we experience any loss." (Healing the Child Within)

So every single time our mothers say something nasty to us, it just compounds on top of every other time she's said something that we haven't healed from, so we feel it ten times more.  

But what has her behavior stolen from you?  What has it taken away? Make a list of everything you've lost due to abuse.  Then categorize them using the above subjects so you can see what belongs where.  

Here is an example:


1.  My beloved keyboard was wrecked when the pipes in our house burst and flooded my room.  My parents got the insurance money for it, but didn't replace a single thing of mine, especially the awesome piano-sized keyboard I used to write music with.  I am still angry about this at times.  (personal objects)

2.  My mother put down my cats Herman and Pheobe without telling me.  It was a super shitty thing for her to do, seeing as I had had them for seventeen years.  I should had been informed or asked to go with.  (important people in my life)

3.  This year, at Thanksgiving, my mother made Christmas cookies.  She gave boxes upon boxes of cookies to all her friends, but gave us none.  Then at Christmas, a month later, she gave us all the leftovers, which were stale, hard, and gross.  (personal objects and the feeling of inclusion in my mother's life)

You can add to the categories if you find something doesn't fit into any of the above ones.  

Then when you've made your list, organize them on your page into their respective categories.  Then as you work on healing them, you can work category, by category.  

When you've done that, look hard at the list you made.  Now, what does each one really mean?  What I mean is, what part of you is hurting because of their behavior?  Losing my cats is a loss all by itself, I got them when I was 18 years old, the first time living on my own.  They were pieces of me that were taken away (granted, they were sick) without my knowledge.  But the cookies?  I couldn't give a flying fark about cookies.  What she hit upon, once again, was saying "You are not important enough to me to include you on something I was doing for everyone else."  Which boils down to "I don't love you enough."  So my loss, once again, was my mother's love, not cookies.  The same goes with the keyboard.  "You don't mean as much to me as money does."  

Then, take these insights and boil them down even further.  What are the recurring themes?  Mine are "I don't love you enough" and "you aren't good enough".  Both are pretty much the same thing.  So, most of my losses are are about not being worthy: as a human, as a daughter, as a female.  If you asked my mother on a bad day what my worth was, she'd reply "Nothing."  Because that's how she feels about me deep down.  That's the message she's always sent to me with every single action and every single word she's spoken to me.  Sometimes she tries to confuse me by giving me gifts that goes above and beyond her feelings of me not being worthy in her eyes.  But those gifts are not the reality of things.  They are nice and I appreciate them, but I am not fooled by them.  Deep down, I am worthless to her.  But if I flip those words, I then realize she's the one who feels unworthy and projects her unworthiness onto me.  But we'll get to that later.  


Let's recap:

  • You have taken a inventory of your losses.  
  • You've categorized your losses together. 
  • You've dug deeper into your losses to see the underlying theme(s).  

What next?

So, what do you do next?  If you try to heal your underlying theme (which is the MAJOR theme of your life: it's who you've become due to her abuse-- e.g. "I've become unworthy in every aspect of my life for so long, and it's affected my ability to do anything worthy with my life)."  Then you'll be setting yourself up for a huge amount of work before you work on the actual losses, which need to be grieved before you can move forward.  And, if you try to fix the symptoms (feelings of unworthiness, or whatever it is you feel at this moment that is fueling your actions) without treating the underlying disease (ungrieved losses), it will be futile, as the feelings will come right back again.

What happens when you try to navigate life in a state of denial of your losses?  

They manifest as destructive behaviors such as denial, addiction, projection, silence, macho behavior, addictions (sex, alcohol, drugs, food, shopping, gambling, etc.), ignoring your own needs (for medical reasons, self-care, hunger, etc.), fear of abandonment, eating disorders, trust issues, conflict avoidance, getting into abusive relationships (either as the abuser or as a codependent), feelings of incompetence/shame/self-blame/anger/rage/low self-esteem/etc., hoarding, control issues, splitting (black and white thinking), workaholism, taking on too much responsibility (or none at all),  and so much  more.  If you are suffering from issues that you can't quite put your finger on where they come from, then take a look at your losses in life.  Have you gotten over them?  Have you worked through the pain in order to find acceptance and let them go?  Or are you still angry or hurting?  Most likely, it's the latter (as we all are still angry and hurting somehow, somewhere in our lives).  And healing those losses will help you get of the negative behaviors you are exhibiting today.  

So let's talk about how to grieve and heal those losses.  


Take a look at your list.  Which one is bothering you the most right now?  Number each loss from 1-10. 10 being something that regularly hurts you, and 1 being something that feels mostly faint in the background, but still occasionally bugs you.

Then take all your highest number losses and put them on their own page.  This page will be the first group of losses you work on.  I know I said not to start with the major stuff, but if something is actively hurting you, it's best to get those out of the way to begin with.  

There are various ways to do this, but the book Healing The Child Within states that the biggest thing you can do to heal is to share your story with those that understand or are supportive.  I suggest joining support groups, talking to a therapist, writing your stories down in a blog (like this one) or a book, and/or just chatting with supportive  family or friends.  It's important to express your anger, sadness, or any other emotion that you're feeling.  

There are two things I will warn you about with support groups, though: 

  • In person support groups can be awesome when you find the right one!  But I have had the negative experience in being in a support group for anxiety for four years, with people I trusted and cared about, only to have the group leader and the therapist who ran the group, publish a book of stories about the group members without our permission.  The stories were private, personal stories, that the leader did not experience herself, but only heard about through our mouths.  I think she was secretly recording all of our meetings and then writing them down when she got home.  Then to find out, she had been publishing the stories from our group, long before I got there, in various newsletters around the world.  Always make sure of the privacy in your support group. (Please do not let this deter you from joining a support group!  What happened to our group is rare.  And I would join another in a heartbeat, I would just take the proper precautions to make sure our privacy is not being violated, as should you.)
  • Online support groups are tricky.  Most people join to get support, not as much to give it.  So you'll get members who just participate when they are in crisis.  Or you'll get some members who are always in crisis.  And others who are just negative nancies.  While sometimes they can be a great help, but eventually, when you've spent enough time in one, the membership tapers off and you're left with a large amount of people with no participation.  Also, if someone is negative, the group leaders may not see it right away and you're left with dealing with feeling awful until someone takes care of the offending member.  But if you can find the right group with the right people, then it can do wonders to help you on your healing journey!

When you express your sadness and anger, you must be prepared for someone not to understand.  And other people may even get angry if you bring this up to them (especially if they are related to the person who hurt you).  This is normal.  Do not let this discourage you from sharing your story with others.  Just let them be angry and move on (away from them).  Opening up to your experiences and losses will help bring them from the darkness to the light.  When you shine light on the deep crevices of your life, they stop being shameful and secretive, and something you feel you should hide from (which is what denial is).  It's like knowing you owe a huge bill to a doctor's office.  You know you have to pay it (or get your insurance to pay it), but you keep putting it off, not wanting to deal with it because it stresses you out.  So in the back of your mind, this nagging feeling of "Deal with me!" invades your brain whenever you're resting (which is why down times are so hard when dealing with trauma).  But if you'd just call and take care of it (or set something up to begin to take care of it), there comes a sense of satisfaction and the nagging feelings go away.

The nagging feelings when it comes to trauma and abuse are those unresolved losses yelling at us "Deal with me!  Pay attention to me!"  And taking them from the darkness (hidden in our pasts) to the light (bringing them out into the open) by telling our stories to supportive people helps dissolve some of their hold on us.  Think about how much energy it takes to avoid dealing with your traumatic losses.  It probably takes just as much, if not more energy to avoid dealing with them than it does to actually deal with them.  How tiring that must be for us!

Telling our stories, although a huge step towards healing, is only the first step.  We also need to deal with the specific losses and how to get heal them individually, one a time.  This is where your list comes in.

Take the top loss on your list, the one that bothers you the most.  Identify who's at fault.  If you feel you lost the ability to be happy, try to be more specific: what instances happened that took your happiness away?  Even if the person at fault didn't do it on purpose (e.g. your grandparent died whom you loved a great deal), you still need to identify that person as the causation of that situation.


The Exercise: 


Find a private place for you to be along for a period of time.  You can now either journal this part or not.  Start by closing your eyes and visualize the person sitting across from you.  Sit them down at a table and tell them you want to have a chat.  Now, this may feel awkward the first time you do this, but after you get into it, it will come more naturally.  Then have a conversation with them.  If they are passed away, and you have good feelings towards them, give them a hug and welcome them back.  Feel your feelings as though it's really happening.  Cry if you feel like it.  Tell them how what they did affected you.  If you aren't on good terms with them, yell at them if you like.  You don't have to talk out loud, you can do this in your head.  Or you can talk out loud if you like.  Whatever you feel comfortable with.  Just know you are safe, this person cannot hurt you again, as they aren't really there.  If things feel too heavy for you, remind yourself that you are the one in control now. 

You can ask them questions, and let them answer.  If you're journaling, write all this down and then write down their answers.  Keep going until there's nothing left to say.  Then as you do this, as you talk, you'll come up with new feelings and new ideas about the situation, especially because you're coming from an older and wiser place than you were when it happened.  Keep talking (out loud or not) until you break through with something.  The more you talk, the more you're exploring those dark parts of your past you've kept hidden, even from yourself.  Bring it all out into the light (even though you're bringing it out to only yourself, but this is a very important step: we can't share with others what we don't know ourselves).

Sit with what you come up with for a bit before moving on.  Did you learn anything?  Did you make a breakthrough?  Any idea or thought that you've never thought of before?  Did you find a deeper layer to your pain than you realized?  Write all this down, if you like.  Keep track of what you come up with so you can go back over it at a later date.


After you've thoroughly investigated your loss with the person you feel is responsible for it, now it's time to talk to your younger self (even if your younger self was a recent version).  Sit her or him across from you, or visit them in their safe space.  If they are a child (which most likely they will be), introduce yourself.  Tell them you are them, but from the future.  Most likely your younger self will be enthralled at the idea of a futuristic person coming to visit them.  Be as realistic as you can with these conversations: if you really were travelling back in time, what would you say to these people or your younger self?  Most likely, they'd have no idea who you are.  So tell them.  Let the conversations happen naturally.  You'd be surprised at the amount of insight you'll gain by being as real as possible.

In these visualizations, do extra stuff, like go for a walk in your old neighborhood.  Play with your old pets.  Visit neighbors.  At this point in time, time travel is impossible, this is as close as we'll ever get to actually doing it.  So take advantage.  It's an amazing feeling reliving your childhood as an adult.  Even if your neighborhood wasn't safe as a child, exploring it from the safety of your home now as an adult can make it safe, because you are in control.  You are protected.


So now you're hanging out with your younger self.  You've told them you're from the future.  And now what will you say about this loss?  What will you tell that little child (or teenager or younger adult)?  Will you tell them that they will end up okay?  That you will keep them safe from now on?  I asked my younger child what she wanted from me now, and she replied "I want to run away with you.  I want to pack a bag, grab my dog, and have you pick me up while my parents are sleeping, and we can run away so you can take care of me."  The idea of having someone come and save me as a child was the one thing I dreamed about daily.  I just wanted to be safe.  I just wanted to be loved.  So I promised her I'd love her the way she should have been loved for her entire life, and I would take care of her.  One day, I'll go pick her up, and we'll drive off into the night together (with our dog), and find a beautiful home in the forest with an art & music studio where she can live out her childhood exploring and drawing and making music, instead of having to deal with two adult-sized children who had no idea how to take care of anyone else, lest themselves.  She won't live in fear anymore, because I'll be the parent she always needed and never had.  She will be 100% safe with me.  As your past self will be with you one day, too.

I haven't picked her up yet, because I am still dealing with healing her first.  But we're getting there.  I may just rescue her soon, because she can live in safety while I work on healing our adult selves.  I would love to draw or paint a picture of the home where she can live, amongst the trees and fairies, and gnomes (as a child, I swear I saw a gnome once LOL).  She is a dreamy girl, so someplace magical would be an amazing home.

If you do this with your past self (inner child), know that you can take many versions of yourself to live in your safe house, from infant to adult.

Have a nice long chat with your past self, ask her or him what they need, and let them know that you love them with all your heart, and apologize to them for anything you feel bad about.  Explain to them about the loss you both have experienced, and tell them how you feel now about it.  Listen to their response.  Let them tell you whatever they need to tell you.  Write all of this down if you're keeping a record of these conversations.  You can even use your less dominant hand for your childhood self, if you like.   Just talk to them for as long as you need to.  Let their words help you come to terms with this loss.


Let's recap: 



  • You've shared your story or plan on sharing your story with supportive and safe people. 
  • Maybe you've identified some of the negative ways your ungrieved losses are manifesting themselves in your life today. 
  • You identified who's at fault (even if they weren't truly at fault--as in the death of a loved one) for your loss. 
  • You've talked with that person about your loss.  You've expressed your anger, your rage, your sadness, or anything else you were feeling about it to them.  
  • You then talked to your younger self, the one who was present during the loss, and reassured them that they are loved and will always be loved, and said what you needed to say to them.  
  • You maybe recorded all the info down in a journal or notebook.  
  • Maybe you made plans to come back to visit again, as many times as you need to in order to heal from this loss.  

You can use this technique for every single loss on your list.  You can mix and match them as you see fit.  If you still feel bad about a situation later, you can come back and do the exercise again.  Every single time you time travel, you will learn something new.  The last time I did it, I was reminded of the fact that my father died at an early age due to him not taking care of himself.  I realized that I could have the same fate if I didn't stop neglecting my body, mind, and soul.  


What next?


The last part of this exercise is about letting go.  When you feel that you've visited the past enough in order to say what you needed to say, then we're going to head into the loss itself.  We're going to time travel again. 

Now, put your awareness on the actual loss.  Even if you weren't anywhere near the actual happening, put yourself there.  See yourself in the action of it all, no matter how little or big it was.  

Warning: If you do this and you feel scared or it's too painful still, or you have a strong reaction, stop.  Go back to the previous part and continue to heal (also, add in journaling, therapy, hypnosis, 12-step programs, affirmations, art therapy, meditation, guided meditations, prayer, or whatever else you feel will help you work out your pain).  

If you can walk into this situation and know you need to be there, then continue.  Move into the actual action of the loss.  Remember that nothing can hurt you, it's already happened, you are in control here.  Even if the situation is physically dangerous, you are safe.  If a person is dying, hold them.  Tell them you love them.  Tell them everything you wanted to say that you couldn't do when it happened.  Say goodbye.  And let them go.  

If it's the loss of a house due to a house fire, or items due to some other destructive issue, touch the items, and thank it for being in your life.  Say goodbye.  And let it go.  

If the loss is a part of your innocence, say it was something traumatic that happened to you, like being raped or molested, if you do choose to walk into the actual situation, pull the person off of you (you have superhuman strength, don't you know?) and save yourself.  Throw them into the stratosphere, never to be heard from again.  Let that be the memory you think about instead of the actual act.  Remember being your own savior.  You are stronger than your attacker now.  You have the power to delete them from your past and replace them with good things instead.  Tell that situation goodbye.  Because you are in control now. 

If the loss is any other situation, do a similar action of releasing it, saying goodbye, and letting it go.  

No need to let harmful balloons into the air to let things go (these can kill wildlife), but you can write them down and burn them in a safe container and let the fire disperse the energy while you let them go.  Make a ritual out of it.  Ritualizing important acts always have a more powerful impact than just doing them. 

This action is the most powerful action you can take when grieving loss.  But it only works if you're ready.  If you are still having emotional reactions to the loss, then you aren't healed enough yet.  Which is fine.  There is no timetable on grief.  You have to fully feel and acknowledge your pain before you can let it go.  

And don't forget to cry.  Crying is a release.  Some people do not heal by crying, which is fine.  But most people do, so don't be afraid to cry.  Make sure you have tissues nearby when doing these exercises.  You may surprise yourself at how much you've been holding back or hiding from yourself.  For me, crying is one of my unhealed losses.  I lost the ability to cry in front of others due to my mother's abuse when I did.  It's one of the things I need to heal.  I also don't know what to do when adults around me cry.  Children are fine.  But adults crying causes me to stiffen up and makes me uncomfortable.  Another ungrieved loss I have that I will eventually deal with.  



I hope these exercises help you on your road to healing.  In other posts, we'll talk about projection, as well as how to flip the switch on our parents' behavior to see how they treat us is how they see themselves.  But until then, safe journeys and much love.  


Reading List: 


Healing the Child Within by Charles L. Whitfield, MD

Will I Ever Be Good Enough by Dr. Karyl McBride

Healing the Shame that Binds You by John Bradshaw

The Inner Child Workbook by Cathryn L. Taylor

Reconciliation: Healing the Inner Child by Thich Nhat Hanh


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