The first time I really discovered narcissism was a couple of years ago when my then-new friend began, bit by bit, telling me about her previous relationship
Some who read my blog may find this post upsetting. I’m going to be walking on holy ground for many of us who live with dissociative identity disorder.
I am scared typing this that it sounds nuts and all very silly and trivial. But the things in my head, like little beasts, are telling me that everything is wrong.
When I think about the crisis team who lied to me; falsified my patient records; laughed at me; made suicide jokes; made me feel like nothing, I get palpitations