It’s a holiday week here in the US. One of my favorite days to celebrate is almost upon us; Independence Day! Celebrating our countries freedom is a wonderful blessing I am fortunate to have the opportunity to experience.
Part of the reason I love to celebrate this day is the fireworks. Ever since I was a little kid I have loved to lay beneath the sky and watch all the color explode high above me. It’s my favorite part of the day. Everyone always stops and huddles together for thirty minutes of oohs and aahs as we watch explosion after explosion rise higher with all sorts of sparkle.
As I write I can recall so many places and displays I’ve enjoyed throughout my years. Whether it was being 12 and getting as close to the cannons as the fire department would allow. Or my early 20’s wrapped in blankets while camping. Or all the years smushed up together with kids on each side of me watching from the park at home. To celebrations with family and friends, each year the memories of this day hold a wonderful place in my thoughts.
Everyone has special days in their lives. Days that just the memory of can provide joy again. If the 4th isn’t yours that’s ok. I hope you have a day or two that just thinking about them make you smile. And create excitement for what’s to come each year.
As we gather with friends who we’ve not seen in awhile, this Independence day will bring a new collection of moments to reflect on in years to come.
Just sending a quick blessing on this beautiful day. I’m celebrating my first born as she enters adult hood. Happy birthday baby girl! May you all celebrate life, love and family. And may you feel extra blessed today. 🎂☘️
I started this blog one year ago today. It was with the intent to offer hope, inspiration and confidence to anyone that might read. It was my way to work through the pain and grief of ending a relationship with a man I loved who was terrible for and to me. My way to understand who he was, why and how he could do the things he did and call that love. By far the blog posts about narcissistic personality disorder and the recovery from that relationship have been the most popular.
It was not my intent to be outspoken about NPD. It wasn’t to demoralize the man I suffered from. It was to understand as much as I could about this type of relationship. All the stages of it I felt were important to share as I researched and worked through the healing process. I wanted to offer hope for anyone in a similar situation. And to show that it is possible to learn to love yourself again after this type of trauma. This blog was started with the intent to help others find their best life, as I worked to find mine.
One year later and almost a year of no contact, I am overjoyed to be in love with my life again. To have accepted the me that could love the Narc and allow that type of abuse. To have worked through the entire process of healing and understand truly what love is and how one should be treated within that love. To have learned how to process loss and see joy on the other side. To tackle my own demons and free myself from their shackles.
This year of blogging has been a journey of so many things. Self-discovery. Raw pain. Vulnerability. Joy. To be on the other side of NPD abuse and to now have a relationship with a man that accepts and understands who I am, who I want to be and helps me along the way in this adventure of life, is a piece of that joy. Knowing WHO I am and working daily to be MY BEST SELF is the greatest part of this journey.
I am thankful for all I learned this last year. Thank you all who have joined me here. To all those who have and still read about NPD, I hope this blog helps provide useful tools. I hope to spend this next year more focused on Joy. On Abundance and Living a Life You Love!
Here’s to more posts and continuing to learn to be our best selves.