You will not find me on Facebook or Instagram. I wrote this book under a fake name. My goal was not to expose or discredit my mother, instead I wanted to help the millions of people who may be living with destructive and narcissistic parents; to help them find hope, see the light at the end of the tunnel, and hopefully, find love and happiness in this world!<br>Writing this book was no easy endeavor, I had blocked and forgotten many experiences even though I went through years of therapy. I dug deep into my past, I was drained, sad and depressed, I even shed a few tears. My stories are dark and disturbing, they are about a monstrous mother who enslaved me, abused me emotionally, and was cold and distant. I went on, against all odds, to find joy and love.
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Growing Up with my Destructive & Narcissistic Parent
You will not find me on Facebook or Instagram. I wrote this book under a fake name. My goal was not to expose or discredit my mother, instead I wanted to help the millions of people who may be living with destructive and narcissistic parents; to help them find hope, see the light at the end of the tunnel, and hopefully, find love and happiness in this world!<br>Writing this book was no easy endeavor, I had blocked and forgotten many experiences even though I went through years of therapy. I dug deep into my past, I was drained, sad and depressed, I even shed a few tears. My stories are dark and disturbing, they are about a monstrous mother who enslaved me, abused me emotionally, and was cold and distant. I went on, against all odds, to find joy and love.
7.99
Growing Up with my Destructive & Narcissistic Parent
You will not find me on Facebook or Instagram. I wrote this book under a fake name. My goal was not to expose or discredit my mother, instead I wanted to help the millions of people who may be living with destructive and narcissistic parents; to help them find hope, see the light at the end of the tunnel, and hopefully, find love and happiness in this world!<br>Writing this book was no easy endeavor, I had blocked and forgotten many experiences even though I went through years of therapy. I dug deep into my past, I was drained, sad and depressed, I even shed a few tears. My stories are dark and disturbing, they are about a monstrous mother who enslaved me, abused me emotionally, and was cold and distant. I went on, against all odds, to find joy and love.
