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Do you suppose narcissistic abuse can break you so badly that even years after you have left,especially with the enduring flashbacks,do you suppose you can never really get back those pieces of you they shattered?
i so wanted to have EMDR for this,but it is not covered by my provinicial health plan and is very expensive.
i am in therapy with an amazing tdoc,but there is so much else always to cover,and frankly i am ashamed i still allow this to affect me.
i guess i am just wondering if the healing ever comes.
Because it still haunts me.
i resent his still intruding on my very concsciousness.
He made me believe i was crazy.
And it is very hard to let go of that.
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Got a 20% chance of rain forecast yesterday. Got hit by a t-storm that almost knocked out more tree.This is why I watch animals and not a weather channel.Feeling too worn out to do much today, sorry.
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Which explains the mysterious fevers and my extra fatigue. I'm so glad I pushed for answers.


Shame is one of them. We're taught shame. By abusers. We're not meant to feel anything b/c it upsets *them*, is the lesson I learned...
And I'm in year 7 of therapy, no breaks, and am nearly 50 and am so *tired* of having my first 17 years run my brain, apparently...
But we never see our own progress clearly, and I assure you, you are NOT crazy. But sometimes, believing what our abusers tell us? It's a truth in a world full of lies, to us. SOmething has to be true... And we grab one.
So, from my experience, such as it is? .... The hardest part of therapy is sometimes letting ourselves think differently. As I learn over an dover and over and over and over again.... And I just get so tired.... HUGS to you, okay? You're not the only one. By far.
Hugs and peace.
But since trauma started with me as a little war child, I don't know anything else. So being shattered, as you put it, sil, is all I know. As 4evralne says, I forgive myself, I don't beat myself up with expectations of knowing anything else. Why would I know what it's like to be whole? Why wouldn't being shattered just be the status quo for me that I and others should accept and move on from? Whatever way I improvise of moving forward to have a life at all is absolutely the right.
No one has the right to judge me for being shattered and not being whole because there is no play book for moving on like I am doing. I survived so I have the authority to be the author of my story now.
It's not easy to maintain, especially what with all of the perfect couples and families you see on tv and the perfect posts people put on platforms like Facebook. Those tv shows and social media posts make it look like folks out there know how to lead perfect lives.
But they don't. When I became an Emergency Room hospital chaplain in Chicago, I found that out for real being behind the scenes in people's real lives.. TV shows and Facebook posts aren't reality. Everybody hurts sometime. Even in the USA in peace time we had 72 gunshot wounds come in just one weekend. And this wasn't even in a war like the one I grew up in. This was "peace."
Now living with being shattered is especially true now during this pandemic. Whatever way we stay alive through COVID-19's several trips around the world is the right way. We'll all be haunted by how easy life used to be. I used to go to rock concerts in crowds, to baseball games in crowds. Now those are a distant memory. I try not to be haunted by them and be glad I didn't waste time, that I went to those shows and games every chance I got. I finally saw the Rolling Stones live in concert last summer.
Funny, one of the Rolling Stones' songs was "Shattered."
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=W_4NzaPSVB4
Its lyrics go:
"Pride and joy and dirty dreams and still surviving on the street
And look at me, I'm in tatters, yeah
I've been battered, what does it matter
Does it matter, uh-huh
Does it matter, uh-huh, I'm a shattered"
I'm not making light of it here, it nearly killed me but when a soldier abuser put a pistol to my temple and pulled the trigger the gun jammed--twice. I'm saying that since it's a fact I lived through that and it was not my fault, I'm proud of having survived even if I survive shattered after such a thing. So when the Rolling Stones sang that song, it was like an anthem to me and I danced shattered as I was.
I think life in general is a process and happiness is something that we pursue … So I think anyone that has been hurt badly for years will often have to continue to use tools to improve their lives and there will be some going back and forth
At the same time I sure think that life can improve a great deal with the right help
Big hug.....xo
i'm afraid that it is time to say goodbye to my beloved kitty.
He was my first and only friend i had after i left my ex....
His love has been healing.
My heart is breaking.