To My Childhood Narcissist.

You failed.

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This is to my childhood narcissist, the person who tried to twist me, warp me, destroy me. This is for the person who tried to teach me that I was inherently bad — because of how I looked, what I liked, how I was born. This is for the person who not only tried to hurt me, but who delighted in causing pain in the people they were supposed to love.




Articles on my mental health journey. Anxiety. Trauma. Inspiration.

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