Small Progress is still Progress
As the days go by I slowly realize how The Narcissist's grip on my proverbial emotional throat as loosened.. I realize how the hold on my fears are fading away like writing in the sand that's too close to the water as high tide comes rolling in. I realize how the jagged unevenly broken pieces of the person I once was are slowly being out back together, but not in the same organized disaster type of arrangement as before. They each seem to fit seamlessly as if this is how they were meant to be all along and I just hadnt quite figured it out before. I used to panic at the blinds being open at night. Scared that there was someone sinister with less than honorable intentions looking through them. Staring at me. Plotting when they woukd make their move to take what's near and dear to me in order to cause the most pain. Motivated my whatever fantasy story The Narcissist had come up with to paint the picture of me as the voluntary executioner of his deranged mental image of th