I grew up with a narcissistic Mom. I don’t think that was all she was, but she certainly fit into that disorder. She was a bully, psychologically abusive, neglectful, cruel. And having to deal with that coming from her while I was a young girl has shaped who I am in many, many ways. Even… Continue reading Being raised by a narcissist and the fall out
Writing to find myself I’m not sure why it took me so long to admit to myself I’m a writer. The irony is I’ve been writing a journal since I was a girl. So you think it would’ve been a natural revelation. I still keep a journal every day. It’s the way I wake up… Continue reading Am I really a writer? I’ll have to ask my journal
Have you ever felt as if writing weren’t a real job? That saying you’re a writer is kind of fanciful, and even selfish? I absolutely have! It’s really ironic because I started reading when I was four and devoured as many books as I could from that time on. I mean I LOVE to read.… Continue reading Accepting I’m a writer, finally: It only took about 20 years…
That negative self-talk we love to hate Do you ever hear yourself saying in your head, “I can’t make any serious money from writing!” or “I’m going to end up a starving writer or a drunk or both!” or “What if I write a book and no one wants to publish it?!” or “What if… Continue reading A writer’s negative self-talk: It’s BS, aren’t you happy to hear?!
Journalling through my life I have been writing a journal for over 35 years. I began as a young girl as a way to express feelings I couldn’t any other way. And also feelings I couldn’t understand. I didn’t have a safe person close to me that I could confide in. And even though my… Continue reading Journalling to honour myself: Writing has saved my life
Writing was something I started as a very young girl. I could read when I was four and my earliest journals started after my best friend was killed in a fire when I was five, he was only six. That was not something I could make sense of. I wrote from the age of five… Continue reading Expressing our inner questions: Writing and reading as therapy