They called you “too much” for needing basic respect. “Dramatic” for naming their abuse. “Selfish” for refusing to shrink into the role they wrote for you. But they’ll never admit- Your freedom is their kryptonite

 

They called you “too much” for needing basic respect. “Dramatic” for naming their abuse. “Selfish” for refusing to shrink into the role they wrote for you. But they’ll never admit- Your freedom is their kryptonite.

A narcissistic mother doesn’t just want control—she demands erasure. She needs you small, quiet, and endlessly forgiving of her chaos. So when you rise—wild, untamed, and fiercely yourself—you disrupt the narrative she crafted to keep you trapped. Your laughter is a threat. Your boundaries are a revolution. Your mere existence? A middle finger to her delusion that love requires obedience.

Let her rage. Let the flying monkeys cluck. Let the world mistake your authenticity for arrogance. Every time you choose yourself over her guilt trips, your joy over her drama, your truth over her fiction, you’re not just healing—you’re rewriting generational curses in real time.

Survivors of narcissistic abuse don’t just “recover.” They reclaim. They take the parts of themselves they were told to hate and wear them as armour. They turn survival instincts into superpowers. And yes, they piss people off—because their light exposes the shadows others tried to bury them in.

To every woman who’s been called “difficult” for refusing to perform gratitude for crumbs of “love”- Your bravery isn’t in their applause. It’s in the quiet moments you choose yourself, again and again, until their noise fades into irrelevance.

Keep taking up space. Keep burning their scripts. Keep being the storm they never saw coming. 

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