Rotting Roots
Tales from the dark side of my toxic origin story, and the havoc it inflicts on me daily.
Essays on narcissistic parenting, emotional abuse, an absent father, and the long, unfinished business of figuring out which parts of your damage are yours to carry and which ones you can put down.Premonition – The Movie I Forgot to Remember
Watching movies with my mother is annoying. Watching a movie with her where there is a husband and kids in the plot is even more so. When she was still here, I made the mistake of watching the movie Premonition with her. I, unfortunately, did not remember enough of the plot from the time I had seen before to realize it was a landmine of issues. That is how I found myself in that situation. Oh, also, spoilers ahead if you haven’t watched the movie, so whatever.
Verbal Hostage Situation
A toxic brother resurfaces with no apology, a verdict on my life, and an hour-long monologue. Verbal hostage situations, no negotiation possible.
The Algorithm Showed Me That I Am Not a Mirror, I’m a Problem
La Llorona couldn't stand her own reflection, so she made sure I couldn't stand mine. A narcissistic mother's beauty standards, decoded by the algorithm.
My Own Prison
I've been held captive by the generational trauma of my mother. I wish it hadn't taken me so long to figure out just how deep in this prison I had been kept.
Depleted Momentum • The Art of Weaponized Truth
Everytime the phone rings lately and it’s my mother on the other end, I think back to the times when she was not a phone call away but instead all in my face and in my personal space. I do not wish those days back.
