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My awakening | A Sensitive Girl Like Me
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A Sensitive Girl Like Me. Musings of a former scapegoat. Blood is not thicker than water. Me as a Scapegoat: The Early Years (Part 1) →. Raquo; Narcissistic abuse. Raquo; My awakening. June 9, 2016. Okay, so I became aware of the fact of my narcissistic abuse completely by accident. It was a total fluke. A daughter was speaking of unspeakable sexual abuse she’d suffered at the hands of her stepfather – and she said that, when she would plead with her all-too-aware mother for help (who’d...Looking back, I...
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What we mean when we say “I have anxiety” – mindwanderingsword
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My brain on OCD. I’m a 20 something with a college degree. Now what? Think Twice Before You Use the “S” Word. Why I am so frustrated with the stigma surrounding anxiety medications. Heartbreak Advice from the Heartbroken. On I’m a 20 something with…. On Heartbreak Advice from the…. On What happens when you face you…. On What we mean when we say…. On What we mean when we say…. What we mean when we say “I have anxiety”. January 31, 2016. February 1, 2016. It is not constant. 2 It comes in waves. I know it ...
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What If? – Inside the Biscuit Tin
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Inside the Biscuit Tin. Mental Health, Lifestyle and Rich Reviews. My life seems to be dictated by those two little words. Whether it’s looking into the future or peering into the past, that question creeps out of the woodwork as a gentle reminder that I’m not content. What if I went to university? Where would I be now? Would I still be living with my university friends? Would I have a job pertaining to my degree? What if my parents never separated? What if my OCD gets worse? What if I’m forgotten? I hat...
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Galactic Love Poem – That Was Then
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This all happened ten years ago. A diary of a relationship with a sociopath. January 6, 2017. Saturday 6th January 2007. I read this to Steve the night we met, and haven’t been able to get it out of my head since. Warm your feet at the sunset. Before we go to bed. Read your book by the light of Orion. With Sirius guarding your head. Then reach out and switch off the planets. We’ll watch them go out one by one. You kiss me and tell me you love me. By the light of the last setting sun. How Old Am I? Tales ...
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New Year’s Eve Miracle – That Was Then
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This all happened ten years ago. A diary of a relationship with a sociopath. New Year’s Eve Miracle. January 5, 2017. January 5, 2017. Thursday 4th January 2007. I ran off into the toilets and texted him I was in the same pub. When I went out he was gone: oh well, that’s made his feelings clear then! But none of this stops me from missing him when he has to go back to his girlfriend. They go off to find their losses, and me and Steve snog on Sue’s sofa. When they get back, we say bye to them, then sp...
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Books | Lord Bothwell
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1562 – 1563: From One Imprisonment to Another. Book Review: ‘England Under The Tudors’ by GR Elton. 1562 – Mary, Queen of Scots Acts Plain Stupid. 1561: Reversals of Fortune. 1560 – 1561: First Meetings With Mary, Queen of Scots. Follow Lord Bothwell on WordPress.com. Follow Blog via Email. Enter your email address to follow this blog and receive notifications of new posts by email. Diary of a Recovering Codependent. Lessons From the End of a Marriage. Pages in my notebook. Dr Nicholas Jenner PsyD, MA.
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Lord Bothwell | Page 2
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Newer posts →. 1559-1560: The End of Mary of Guise’s Regency. May 22, 2015. Bothwell blamed the Earl of Arran for his own personal losses, but characteristically did not turn to intrigue to revenge himself. He proclaimed Arran a traitor by the sounding of a trumpet and a challenge to single combat, as dictated by the rules of chivalry:. Arran replied from Stirling:. The argument was dropped after this, the honour of both sides seeming to be satisfied. As well as working throughout the siege to break Engl...
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The Madness Continues – That Was Then
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This all happened ten years ago. A diary of a relationship with a sociopath. January 5, 2017. A whole bunch of non-committal penguins. Thursday 4th January 2007. I texted Keith on New Years Day to say happy new year, and that I’d broken my resolution already with that text. He texted back as maiden aunt as ever asking what it was. I told him I’d been supposed to forget him, but I had a good memory. Haven’t heard a thing since. So one dilemma sorted anyway. Thursday 5th January 2017. Was the one calling t...
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Sociopath? Psychopath? Or Narcissist? – That Was Then
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This all happened ten years ago. A diary of a relationship with a sociopath. December 9, 2016. February 11, 2017. They all wear a mask – so how do you tell the difference? I can almost hear the outrage from here: ‘she’s not qualified! How dare she make a diagnosis! Even a psychiatrist or other doctor shouldn’t diagnose at a distance! Psychiatric diagnosis for many years has been driven by the DSM (Diagnostic and Statistical Manual of Mental Disorders) – a manual designed to classify mental illness ...
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The Time I Went a Week Without Internet – Do An Exposure!
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The Time I Went a Week Without Internet. July 13, 2016. July 13, 2016. Right now I’m laying in the front yard on my bean bag chair, watching my dog’s heavy breathing in front of me. His toys are scattered across the grass, making it look like I have a two-year-old brother rather than a nine-year-old dog. Popped balls, dormant Frisbee’s, and exploded stuffed animals atop the grass, but Gator isn’t interested. He just lays there, resting silently. My dog, Gator! My dad spent much of his childhood outside&#...