Tag: trauma

A part of me died

It didn’t kill me, but something changed,

A piece of me lost, forever estranged.

I walked away, yet not the same,

A shadowed soul, a quiet flame.

That day took part of who I was,

Left me searching, without cause.

I carry on, but feel the void,

A heart once whole, now destroyed.

It didn’t end me, but I’m not whole—

An echo remains, deep in my soul.

I’m here, I breathe, but truth denied—

A part of me, that day, quietly died.

Divine Souls

Parental Alienators hide their abuse in shadows/Charlie McCready

Alienating parents and their cohorts work in the shadows. Their abuse is often hidden from sight to all but the target parent. This makes it 100 times worse as the target parent feels nobody hears them or sees what’s happening, not even the therapists and family courts. It makes it incredibly challenging for the target parent to seek help or gain support. It can also be covert and confusing to its victims because there are days when the alienating parent can be affectionate, kind, and caring. This is often why the abused child (and target parent) sticks around, hoping for more good days. But the moments of no-drama can give false hope. ⁠

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A few Quentin Tarantino characters come to mind. He writes his villains so well because he shows us the side they show to people they’re not abusing. In Django Unchained, Calvin Candie, played by Leonardo DiCaprio, is a charismatic and charming plantation owner. In one scene, Calvin talks about the French delicacy, “Croque Monsieur.,” amusing and entertaining his guests over a sumptuous dinner. But Calvin is also a cruel and sadistic slave owner who subjects his slaves to brutal treatment. The contrast between his charming demeanour and abusive behaviour highlights his character’s complexity and how he manipulates those around him. ⁠

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Just as characters in Tarantino’s films can appear charming while perpetrating cruelty, the alienating parent employs a similar tactic of alternating between kindness and manipulation. This intricate interplay between light and darkness serves to ensnare the child in an emotionally fraught situation. Unfortunately, many Family Court Judges don’t see through the charm, lies, trauma bonds, and indoctrination. They consistently ignore the abusive parent’s coercive control, psychological abuse and dishonesty, often giving that parent placement of the children. The system is broken and failing target parents and alienated children all over the world. We need to do all we can to bring this abuse to light.⁠

#charliemccready

#parentalalienationcoach

#narcissisticabuseawareness

#CoerciveControl

Behaviors of Narcissist

All this and more was normalized .

Sleep deprivation was a reality that forced

me to sleep on the sofa .

Off the charts in snoring 😴

I’m so glad I learned to prioritize quality

sleep I use GABA and Kratom now

which won’t be necessary

in my own home 💯🙏

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Vampire Narcissism

(Applies to abusive women too)

Some men don’t just lie—

they sculpt themselves

into dreams,

shadows taking shape in

the form of your desires.

They watch you, study you,

learn the rhythm

of your heartbeat,

the pauses in your voice,

the way your eyes light up

at certain words.

And then they become him—

the man you’ve been waiting for,

the answer to every silent wish.

At first, you hesitate.

You’ve heard the stories,

you know better.

But they are patient,

so terribly patient—

never rushing, never pushing,

just… being.

Like water, they flow

into every empty space,

fitting so perfectly into the

cracks you never knew you had.

So, you trust.

You exhale.

You open your heart

like a locked diary,

letting them trace their fingers

over every delicate page.

You feel safe.

You feel seen.

You feel home.

And you never stop to ask—

is this love,

or is this an illusion?

But illusions do not last.

And masks,

no matter how carefully crafted,

always slip.

It starts in whispers.

Small, almost imperceptible

shifts in tone,

subtle contradictions in stories

once told with such certainty.

The warmth begins to cool.

The tenderness starts to fade.

And then, one day, you see it—

a flicker, a crack,

the briefest glimpse

of something hollow and dark

beneath the surface.

The man you loved is not real.

He never was.

He was only a carefully

painted image,

a work of art created with

deception and manipulation.

And the moment you

see through him,

the moment you pull back—

the monster awakens.

Because narcissists do

not lose with grace.

They do not accept exposure,

do not bow their

heads and walk away.

No—when the truth

corners them,

they twist, they lash,

they rewrite history

with a venomous tongue.

The man who once adored you,

worshiped you,

now speaks your

name like a curse.

You are too sensitive.

You are too needy.

You are the problem.

The villain in the story

they now tell the world.

And the worst part?

For a moment, you believe it.

You replay every moment,

dissect every word,

searching for where

you went wrong.

How could I be so blind?

How did I not see?

Maybe I do have

bad taste in men?

But no.

You were not blind.

You were not foolish.

You did not fall for the wrong man—

you fell for a mirage,

a ghost in human form.

And when the mask fell,

when the illusion crumbled,

you were never looking at love.

You were staring into the face

of something soulless,

something that never

knew love at all….

Phoenix Rising – Still I Rise

Meme via Phoenix Rising-Still I Rise private, confidential group.

Link: https://www.facebook.com/groups/1712819162211673

Trapped Screams : Grief

Grief

Love with no where to go

Imagine living with a scream inside you.

And the scream is yours.

And no one else hears it.

That is grief.

Imagine living with a scream inside you—a scream that is yours alone.

It’s loud, it’s piercing, and it reverberates through every part of your being.

And yet, no one else hears it.

Grief can make the world feel so distant.

You might be in the middle of a conversation,

but your mind is elsewhere, caught in that scream.

What does a silent scream even sound like?

What would it sound like if someone else could hear it?

Perhaps it isn’t really a scream but a feeling

with sound, one so raw, so painful, so excruciating

that there are no words to describe it,

so it becomes a sound, a noise, a vibration

that rages through our entire body, screaming,

The scream of grief.