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02/25/2025

The Aftermath of Escaping a Narcissistic Family: The Healing No One Talks About

So, you got out.

You finally broke free from the narcissistic man and his equally toxic, enabling family. You’re supposed to feel relieved, right? Like you can finally breathe, finally start healing, finally get your life back.

And maybe at first, you do. Maybe for a moment, there’s this weight lifted off your chest, like stepping out of a burning house and realizing you survived.

But then comes the part no one warns you about—the part where the damage really starts to show.

Because leaving is just the first battle. Healing? That’s the war.

🚨 The Bad: When Freedom Feels Like a Trap

Everyone loves a good survival story. They love hearing how you “got out” like that was the hard part. But what happens after the escape? When the smoke clears and you’re left standing in the wreckage of your own life, wondering how the hell you’re supposed to move forward?
• You Don’t Recognize Yourself Anymore – You spent so long being manipulated, gaslit, and controlled that when you finally get your freedom, you don’t even know what to do with it.
• The Silence is Too Loud – At first, the peace feels good. Then it starts to feel empty. You’ve been in survival mode for so long that when the chaos stops, your brain doesn’t know what to do.
• The Trauma Responses Don’t Just Stop – You flinch at sudden movements. Loud voices make your stomach drop. Someone raising their hand to grab something makes you instinctively recoil. You know you’re safe, but your body hasn’t caught up yet.
• You Second-Guess Every Decision – After years of being told you’re “crazy” or “too emotional,” you start to gaslight yourself. You can’t even pick a meal without questioning if you’re making the “wrong” choice.

Healing isn’t instant. It’s ugly. It’s messy. And sometimes, it hurts just as much as the abuse did.

🖤 The Ugly: When the People Around You Don’t Get It

Leaving a narcissist is lonely as hell—not just because you lost them, but because most people don’t understand what you went through.
• The World Moves On, But You Can’t – Everyone expects you to be better now, like flipping a switch. They don’t realize you’re still waking up in cold sweats, still jumping at shadows, still struggling just to function.
• People Start Blaming YOU – “You should’ve left sooner.” “Why did you stay?” “Are you sure it was really that bad?” The same people who did nothing to help you suddenly have a lot to say.
• You Might Miss the Abuser (And That’s Normal) – No one tells you that trauma bonds feel a lot like addiction withdrawal. The body craves the familiar—even if the familiar was killing you.
• His Family Might Try to Smear You – Expect them to turn your survival into their sob story. You’ll become the villain, the “unstable” one, the “liar.” And the worst part? Some people will believe them.

It’s a mind game, even after you leave. And it’s exhausting.

💔 The Reality: Healing Takes Years (And That’s Okay)

The hard truth? Some wounds don’t fully heal.
• There will be triggers, even years later. Something as small as a song, a phrase, or a certain look in someone’s eyes can send you spiraling.
• There will be setbacks. You’ll have days where you feel strong and days where you feel like you’re drowning all over again.
• There will be grief. Not just for the relationship, but for the version of you that was lost in it.
• There will be moments of doubt. You’ll wonder if you made it all up, if you overreacted, if maybe you were the problem after all. (Spoiler: You weren’t.)

But the thing is, healing isn’t about becoming who you were before. That person is gone. And that’s okay.

Healing is about becoming someone new. Someone who knows their worth. Someone who trusts themselves again. Someone who will never let another person—or another toxic family—steal their light.

It takes time. It takes work. And it takes a hell of a lot of patience.

But if you’re reading this, you already survived the hardest part. Now it’s just about learning how to live again.

And I promise—you will.

🚨 If you’ve been through this, drop a 💔 or 🔥 in the comments. Let’s remind each other that we’re not alone in this. And if you’re still in it, please know—there’s a way out. You deserve better. You always did.

02/25/2025

When Your Safe Space Stops Feeling Safe: The Gut Punch of Betrayal After Trauma

Friendships after trauma hit different. They’re not just fun brunch dates and inside jokes—they’re survival. They’re the late-night phone calls, the safe places to fall apart, the people who remind you that you’re not crazy, not broken, not alone. When you’ve been through hell, the people who stand beside you aren’t just friends—they’re lifelines.

And that’s why it hurts like hell when one of those friends suddenly opens their door to your abuser.

It’s not just uncomfortable. It’s not just frustrating. It’s devastating.

Because when you’ve survived trauma, “safe” is a feeling you don’t take for granted. You fight for it. You build it. You create tiny pockets of security in a world that once felt like nothing but danger. And when someone you trusted—someone who knew your story—chooses to make space for the person who tore you apart?

It’s like the walls caving in all over again.

“It’s Not About You” (Except… It Is)

People will say, “It’s not about you. I don’t want to pick sides.” But here’s the thing—when it comes to abuse, there are no neutral sides.

There is the person who caused harm.
There is the person who was harmed.
And then there are the people who choose whether or not they want to keep both in their life.

And that choice? It has consequences.

You’re not being dramatic. You’re not “holding a grudge.” You are responding exactly the way someone with CPTSD would—because safety isn’t a preference for us. It’s not some optional luxury. It’s survival.

Losing a Friendship Feels Like Losing a Piece of Yourself

Here’s the part no one talks about: when a friend betrays you like this, it’s not just the friendship you lose. It’s the version of yourself that felt safe with them.

It’s the trust you built.
The comfort you felt.
The relief of knowing there was one more place in this world where you didn’t have to look over your shoulder.

Gone.

And you don’t just “get over it.” You grieve it. You sit with the heartbreak of realizing someone you loved—someone who once held space for your pain—is now choosing to let the person who caused that pain back in.

And it sucks. It really sucks.

Walking Away Doesn’t Make You Bitter—It Makes You Brave

Let me be clear: You do not have to stay where you don’t feel safe. You don’t owe anyone an explanation for why this hurts. You don’t have to sit in discomfort just to make someone else’s life easier.

Walking away doesn’t mean you’re bitter. It doesn’t mean you’re weak.

It means you’re done.

Done trying to justify your pain to people who should already understand it.
Done making excuses for someone who clearly doesn’t value your safety.
Done pretending this isn’t a betrayal when, deep down, you know it is.

So if this is happening to you? If you’re sitting in that awful, gut-wrenching realization that someone you trusted isn’t who you thought they were—know this:

You’re allowed to be angry.
You’re allowed to grieve.
And you’re absolutely allowed to walk away.

Because your healing isn’t a group project. And protecting your peace is always, always the right call.

Alright, …..There’s a story that every late-night delivery driver, Uber driver, and exhausted shift worker has heard at ...
02/17/2025

Alright, …..

There’s a story that every late-night delivery driver, Uber driver, and exhausted shift worker has heard at least once—a house that appears on GPS but isn’t really there.

It always starts the same way. Someone is driving through an unfamiliar neighborhood, maybe just outside of town, where the streetlights flicker, and the houses sit too far apart. A delivery order comes in, or they get a ride request from an address that seems normal enough. They follow the GPS, turn down a quiet road, and see a house at the very end, just past where the pavement turns to gravel.

It’s an old but well-kept home—porch light on, curtains drawn. Nothing too strange. Maybe a rocking chair sways slightly as if someone was just sitting there. They park, grab the order, and walk up to the door.

They knock. No answer.

They ring the bell. No sound.

Maybe they even check the app—“Drop at door” or “Hand it to customer.” The instructions are clear.

Then they hear something. A soft creak. A shadow moves behind the curtains. Someone is definitely home.

But when they try the door handle—it opens.

Inside, the house smells… off. Dusty, stale, like no one’s been there in years. The floor creaks underfoot, and the air is thick with something unspoken. Maybe they call out, but their voice feels swallowed by the silence.

Then their phone buzzes. A message from the app.

“Address not found. Order canceled.”

The screen glitches for a second. The pin on the GPS disappears.

They turn to leave—because hell no—but when they step back outside, there’s no porch light. No rocking chair.

No house.

Just an empty lot with overgrown grass, a mailbox leaning at an odd angle, and no sign that anyone—or anything—has lived there for a long, long time.

And when they check their GPS history later… the address is gone.

But the worst part? Sometimes, days or even weeks later, they’ll get another ping from that same street.

And a house will be there. Waiting.


01/24/2025

What I want feels forever out of reach.
What I have weighs heavy, a burden I never asked for.
What I seek feels like chasing shadows, slipping away the closer I get.
What I’ve found leaves me unraveling, too broken to hold it together.
What I’ve endured is a story of battles I never should’ve fought.
And what I deserved? Maybe just a little more peace, a little less pain.

12/08/2024

🎭 Let’sAlright, y’all—it’s time to spill the tea. What’s ONE thing your family does during the holidays that could 100% be turned into a sitcom episode? 🍗🎄

Whether it’s a turkey disaster, a gift-wrapping fail, or your uncle’s questionable karaoke skills, I want to hear it. Drop your stories below, and let’s turn this Monday into a comedy show we can all relate to!

Bonus points if it involves holiday chaos AND glitter. ✨

12/06/2024

First official poster for 28 YEARS LATER.

12/03/2024

This is us 🎄💀

Artist Zindee

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12/01/2024

🧠 Brain Rot: What You Need to Know and Why It’s Concerning 🧠

Brain rot is a term used to describe the gradual decline of cognitive function and mental sharpness due to excessive exposure to certain habits or influences. While not a medical diagnosis, it often points to real health risks for your brain.

⚠️ What Causes Brain Rot?

1. Excessive Screen Time: Spending hours glued to phones, social media, or binge-watching can overload your brain with passive content.
2. Lack of Mental Stimulation: Not engaging in challenging or creative activities can make your brain less active.
3. Poor Lifestyle Choices: Sleep deprivation, unhealthy eating, and lack of exercise reduce brain health.
4. Chronic Stress: Long-term stress can impair memory, focus, and overall mental function.
5. Exposure to Negativity: Constant exposure to negative media or toxic environments can drain your mental energy.

🚨 Why You Should Be Concerned

Unchecked, these habits can lead to:
• Memory problems
• Difficulty concentrating
• Loss of critical thinking skills
• Increased risk of mental health issues like anxiety or depression

💡 How to Protect Your Brain

1. Limit Screen Time: Set daily boundaries for device usage.
2. Stay Active: Exercise regularly to improve blood flow to your brain.
3. Eat Brain-Boosting Foods: Incorporate nuts, berries, and omega-3 fatty acids into your diet.
4. Engage in Mental Workouts: Solve puzzles, read, or learn a new skill.
5. Practice Mindfulness: Reduce stress with meditation, deep breathing, or journaling.
6. Sleep Well: Aim for 7-9 hours of quality sleep each night.

Let’s Keep Our Minds Sharp!

Your brain is your most valuable asset. Take care of it, and it will take care of you. Share this post to help spread awareness about brain rot and how to fight it. 💪🧠

11/30/2024

✨ Welcome to Dysfunctional Fairytale ✨

Once upon a time, in a world far from perfect, life handed us a script that we promptly threw out the window. Why? Because this isn’t your typical “happily ever after” story—it’s messy, hilarious, chaotic, and oh-so-relatable.

Here, we embrace the dysfunction in our everyday fairytales:
• Cinderella didn’t lose her glass slipper; she tripped over it trying to get to the wine. 🍷
• Rapunzel? She’s in her tower with messy hair and a DoorDash subscription because she’s not feeling it today. 🏰🙅‍♀️
• And Prince Charming? Let’s be real—he’s probably late because he “forgot to charge his horse.” 🐴🔋

This is the place where real-life fairytales unfold—with plot twists, bad decisions, and a lot of laughs. So, whether your story includes chasing your dog down the street in your pajamas, burning dinner again, or somehow surviving the chaos of family life, you’ve found your people.

Let’s rewrite the fairytale—one dysfunctional, beautifully imperfect chapter at a time. Drop your most dysfunctional moment in the comments and let’s have a laugh together! 💬✨

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