I 'm not crazy--my world can be and was ; my responses were normal reactions to abnormal events. I am normal!!!! I am normal!!!! I am normal!!!! But, the world in which I lived in was not . Yes, the world in which I lived was not . Being a child of narcissists--the self-absorbed, I was abused; yet the abuse was denied, not recognized by others outside of the family, and my world was distorted. Oh, my parents are charming, yet so deceptive. And the person who was most deeply deceived was me.
WOW! I shall know the truth and it will set me free. Becoming aware of the truth of being raised by narcissists is liberating me, because I'm only as sick as the secrets I keep. My life is starting to make sense--perfect sense, the puzzle pieces are coming together. Though craziness, the events I lived through and yes, reacted to, are not random; and the craziness that continues is a result of the craziness I experienced in my home as a child and in the continuing relationship with
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- Heather Blair | Healthy Living – Sat, Aug 18, 2012 10:46 PM EDT
I 'm not crazy--my world can be and was ; my responses were normal reactions to abnormal events. I am normal!!!! I am normal!!!! I am normal!!!! But, the world in which I lived in was not . Yes, the world in which I lived was not . Being a child of narcissists--the self-absorbed, I was abused; yet the abuse was denied, not recognized by others outside of the family, and my world was distorted. Oh, my parents are charming, yet so deceptive. And the person who was most deeply deceived was me.Read More »from Reflections of Living Under Narcissism: I'm Not Crazy!
- Heather Blair | Healthy Living – Sun, Aug 12, 2012 10:42 AM EDT
The thing that stood out most in my mind, as I started to learn about the narcissistic mother and my relationship to her as her daughter, is that narcissistic mothers are not bad people. They are adult children who have been deeply wounded and traumatized at a very early age, and without having inner and outer resources for healing themselves, their trauma became generational and it was passed on.
Thank God, that I do have inner and outer resources. I never cowered to my mother in my adolescence. In fact, I hated my mother. Children are not born haters; it is a learned behavior and it is taught. Being treated unfairly, I was taught and I was taught well. I came to hate my mother, as much as she hated her own mother and she hated me. But my guess is in not having caretaking instincts, my mother became a narcissist like her mother; and my grandmother the matriarch of women who bred more and more narcissists.
I do not know where the genetic imprinting of these narcissisticRead More »from Reflections of Living Under Narcissism: Hatred V. Healing
We are not victimsRead More »from I AM Righteousness in Jesus Christ
We are more than conquerors
In the Lord
I am righteousness
In the sight of Father God
Because I brought my Risen Savior
From sacrificial death on a cross
And at the name of Jesus
Every knee shall bow
The things of heaven, the things of earth
And things further down
So let us not forget the power
Of the name of Jesus over the enemy
For in the TRUTH of Jesus
We have truly been set free
And in Jesus, our Bread of Life
We find hope, we put our faith
And not in our works, but our worship
We abide in His mercy and grace
Jesus is the Name Above All Names
He is the King of Kings
The One and Only Son of God
The Christ Who forever reigns
And I am an heir with Jesus
To the throne of a Holy God
From poverty to riches
My underserved yet given lot
And to Jesus I owe a pledge of allegiance
To Him, an unblemished Lamb
By definition, when we are disappointed, our hopes or expectations have failed to be satisfied. And when hope is delayed or postponed, we can become sick at heart.[i] Hope is a positive expectation of a future good that will happen; it is a desire accompanied by expectation. Often when we are disappointed, we then become dissatisfied with our situation. We lose courage and confidence. We can feel hopelessness.
This week I had an ah-ha moment. I came to realize that every door that seemed to close in front of me actually closed behind me. What I perceived to be disappointments in my life where actually appointments with God to propel me into my God-given destiny. This may be looking at the glass half full instead of half empty; but by doing this, my disappointments did not seem so negative. They even appeared positive. And guess what, hope came alive again in my heart. I was no longer depressed, discouraged, or experiencing a sunken feeling.
Therefore, every disappointment isRead More »from Every Disappointment is an Open Door