I'm an INFJ Momma, Certified Trauma-Informed Master Life Coach Specializing in Narcissistic Abuse + Toxic Relationship Recovery… 2x Best Selling Author... Podcast Host… Side-Hustle Addict… Religion Teacher…. Foodie Wannabe… Survivor...
and YOUR Biggest Fan! #YAY
This blog is my attempt to somewhat connect with the rest of humanity - outside of what I do as a narcissistic abuse recovery coach & religious education teacher at my church.
Being an introvert in the most extreme sense, I can often appear quite anti-social... zoned out, off on my own, staring at a blank wall for long periods of time... when in reality, it's non-stop activity inside my head and my heart rate is equivalent to having Chris Hemsworth acknowledge my existence.
There's a lot going on there "behind the scenes" and it gets exhausting. Combine that with my severe time-blindness, and suddenly I look up to realize an entire year has passed—without interacting with… anyone
I just deleted a whole ton of words posted on my original mommy-blog
and saved them in a draft. Maybe I'll post them again someday... lol.
what is this place?
I guess I've decided (for now) to make this is my “personal” corner of the internet where I get to show up as my everyday, anime lovin’, bubble tea addicted, always laughing, alarmingly sensitive... survivor of a variety of challenges that tried to kick my butt - self.
It's where I share how I integrate everything I teach, into my every single moment.
i made dysfunction look sooo easy 💁🏻♀️
For most of my life, I blindly accepted being overlooked, easily discarded, and never enough - as my TRUTH. That foundation shaped my entire existence. I hated feeling invisible, defeated, and irrelevant, but this was my normal.
I was a platinum-level people-pleaser - convinced I was responsible for everyone’s feelings and behaviors. (Heck, if you didn’t get that promotion, I’d probably blame myself for not supporting you enough.) I took this role very seriously because it was the only way I could earn the right to exist.
Our chonky boi Neko living his best life.
He is my EVERYTHING.
Don’t even get me started on boundaries… or my complete lack thereof. But honestly, how can you expect someone to enforce boundaries when they’re not even sure if they’re being hurt—or just overreacting? How do you say, “This is Not OK with me,” when that was never an option?
And forget about validating myself or standing in my truth. I could feel grateful and confident about my single-momma superpowers with all the proof in front of me one minute - then spiral into shame and defeat the next, just because someone said my child would resent me when he’s grown.
On top of that? I've survived many of the traumas behind trigger warnings...
So when I say, “I don’t judge,” I mean it - LITERALLY. I was a whole party pack of dysfunction, twirling around like, “Look! I'm TOTALLY fine... definitely not a hot mess express!” 😘😂😭
#survivor #unshakable #unbothered
So here's to anyone navigating through pain and confusion, fighting to reclaim their REAL LIFE… and here's to the 'past me' who could've so deeply benefited from this validation and guidance, like a life-jacket in a sea of unfair judgment and ignorant criticism.
XOXO
