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In a land where all things look good and kept is a reality that something’s not quite right.
Enter the villain 🦹♀️ the Narcissist who married an Exho. Yet while the Echo was unaware the echo tried so many different things to make IT all work for the children and the spouse. Over the top adventures were agreed to reckless spending and debt was agreed to and in fact co signed the spouse’s University Student Debt.
All was good as long as the spouse was pleased and entertained. However the spouse would become board. Would even start to exhibit out of character behaviour and would go out with their so called friends staying out endlessly while the echo looked after the children.
Then the affairs and the echo would call out the Narcissist. The Narcissist would be confronted by family and would recline into a relationship with the echo again. The cycle continues yet the echo becomes more and more aware more and more watching absent and picks qualities from the narcissist to emulate.
Now there are two in the same house who’s placing their needs of self love over each other’s needs for one and other.
The bed grows cobwebs and there is no passionate connection only passive aggressive behaviour and malicious behaviour with manipulation. Everything is a game a dance of sorrows.
The children watch on as their parents transform from loving caring parents into separate souls who reject each other’s desires or needs.
This sounds horrible yet remember the echo has leaned. Agile and smart in order to survive. Abused neglected and abandoned by their spouse on a numerous occasions for affairs of fancy and inappropriate behaviour.
The echo unaware that the abuse was directed at them and the children becomes even more self aware. Therapy and counselling bring into the light the true situation. The echo sets limit’s expectations the narcissist plows over them the echo sets standards the narcissist prefers to do what they what when they want with who they want.
The echo mimics this behaviour the narcissist becomes unstable and physically aggressive with covert manipulation.
Long story short the echo becomes the villain based on the narcissist’s manipulation.
Now the victim becomes the villain and the divorce starts.
The victim or villain becomes incarcerated only to find their true selves in the institution while recovering ❤️🩹 from the narcissist being separated from the narcissist and developing a sense of self reliance with spiritual growth.
The victim and villain returns to become the hero 🦸♀️
Not the hero to themselves no the echo is still growing underneath and realizing what has truly happened and why IT happened yet this person is not the same person that entry the institution. No this person is completely different. The hero is hero to observers and othe survivors. Becoming an inspiration and testimony to the people who come in contact with the survivor.
The survivor begins helping random strangers empowering their beliefs and self narratives to be self loving with compassion while healing ❤️🩹 in peer social and yes groups with others dealing with loved experiences.
The hero is no long an echo no the echo is now an emotionally awakened spiritual healer. Yet growing learning supporting and yes very much still recovering ❤️🩹.
This healer this shaman this foraged soul built in the depths of the despair is beyond comprehension to most and yet this story has a happy ending.
The hero continues their journey and helps others along the way while also developing healthy boundaries and relationships because they are now healthy and they now have self compassion for their own needs and the needs of thier children.
The book comes out and there are so many people that are touched by the story and illuminates other’s suffering that they begin to believe and become stronger than ever able to brake their own chains and set themselves free.
The story of one can effect others and empower others.
This is a true story name’s removed for protection.
If this story is happening or has happened to you or someone you are not alone.
You are important
You are valued
You are worthy
Please remember to be safe be well be loved 🥰 your worthy.
Don’t forget IT.
We hope this helps someone out there even just one. Don’t give up don’t give in don’t stop fighting. There are so many people depending on you.
You just haven’t met them yet or they haven’t read your store.
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Be well we hope this finds you well if you know someone struggling or suffering and situation, please help them. They don’t even know they need help.
As I wrap up my 50th rotation around the planet, I find myself living in my Mum and Dad's spare room, crammed with the few remnants of my former existence that I was able to bring with me.
A decade in Calgary, AB ended with 6 months of unemployment and the concomitant worsening of my mental health struggles. I had support, thank goodness. I had people who made sure that my situation didn't get any worse. And, right close to the end of my time there, I met someone who made me think that the sad times might not actually last.
But now I'm relocated, 3000+ kilometers away from everything that has defined me and that I have defined for myself for 20% of my existence. Back in Ontario, where everything is really, really green and humid, and I am completely freaked out by the density of population. I grew up here, spent a good 25 years of my life in Southern Ontario. My family is here, my dearest of friends too. Ostensibly, this is home, though I wrestle with that term.
It's an odd thing to feel like you've relocated but at the same time feel completely untethered from anything and everything. This move, these 6 months, are vital to my recuperation, transformation. And perhaps finding it a very strange return, climate, landscape, people, etc., will help in this recuperation. But it's weird and uncomfortable and unfamiliar, and I just want to see the smiles on the faces of the people I love that are so far away.
Living with this kind of medical condition requires a strong sense of self. I learned to live with this fact. The first time the doctor who diagnosed me told me this, it did not make sense. It got me thinking about how I would navigate my life to become euthymic when all I could think of was that I was just a person with extreme emotions. Along my journey, establishing my healthy sense of self is like piling heavy loads of brick, with the aim of building a storm-proof wall. The storm here is the trigger that can either result in a manic or depressed episode.
Thank you, bphope.com for asking this question! ❤️😊
I have such divided feelings about the stream of "You're stronger than you think" or "You'll make it through this" or, worst of all, "You'll find happiness again." My poor Mum, this is all she can say to me at the moment, living thousands of kilometers away. But even those closer can really only say these things. They may even believe them. It's not quite so easy for the BPD folks amongst us.
Let's be very clear: it's amazing and lovely and gratifying when people say these things to you. Regardless of if they're just platitudes, there is support there. It may be a surface comment or it may run to deep love, but the people who say these things to us believe that they're true.
So, yeah, that stuff is nice. It's how we support one another when we don't really know the extent of the struggle another is wrestling.
"You'll find happiness again." What's never really considered is whether or not the person receiving this support wants to find that again, or wants to be strong, or wants to "make it through." I spent 30 years in my relationship. I, along with my partner, crafted it to be a perfect fit for the two of us. It wasn't always, but that's relationships. To be honest, and I know I'm in the depths of sadness right now, I just can't imagine having the energy, the drive, the desire, to build a new life. I had one. I got sick and that life crumbled away, but why do I have to give it all up and start over?
The thing that scares me most, knowing as I do how emotions work in my brain, is that I'll never stop feeling like this. I'll never be strong enough to find happiness again, to "get over her." Instead I envision the rest of my life vacillating between loving her with the most intense, fiery passion, and hating her with just as much passion.
From the outside, from the point of view of friends and family, the idea of rebuilding might seem pretty straightforward. Not easy, mind you, but straightforward. It's not. Not for me, and not for a lot of people who struggle with borderline personality disorder. I don't want a new life. I had one. It got messed up and I'd love the opportunity to fix it. That's what I need my strength for. Not to create a new life, but to recuperate the one that was damaged by my unawareness of my condition.
And how many people in my life have told me that I have to let go of that, that I have to let go of my old life, that I have to leave behind what I damaged and start again? Far more than those who suggest that I try to recover the life I lost and that I miss sometimes, which often pushes me to the point of wanting to end everything.
I just want my fucking life back.