No one talks about the cruel irony; the child who bore the brunt of a narcissistic mother’s rage, the scapegoat who absorbed her shame, the peacekeeper who stifled their needs to soothe her chaos-they’re the ones left sifting through the wreckage. You didn’t start this fire, but you’re the one clawing through smoke to rebuild.

Narcissistic mothers weaponise love as a debt. They inflict the wounds, then vanish when it’s time to tend them, leaving you with an inheritance of ash. Society will call this “resilience,” but it’s theft- the theft of safety, of trust, of a childhood where your only job was to exist, not to manage her emotions.

Healing isn’t fair. It’s exhausting to parent yourself through panic attacks she triggered, to unlearn survival instincts she ingrained, to mourn the mother you needed while dodging the one you have. But here’s what she never prepared for; your ability to alchemise her poison into purpose. Those “pieces” you’re picking up? They’re not debris-they’re blueprints. Proof that you can build a life she couldn’t fathom, where your worth isn’t tied to her approval.

Let them call your healing “bitterness.” Let them dismiss your boundaries as “dramatic.” Every therapy session, every boundary set, every night you choose rest over rumination is a rebellion-a refusal to let her dysfunction be your legacy.

To every survivor exhausted by the unfairness- Your labour isn’t in vain. You’re not just repairing cracks-you’re laying foundations.

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