Sunday's Reflection: Loss, Love, and Lessons
From my brother and my narcissist
The passing of my brother was the moment the world shifted for me. Grief cracked me open. Vulnerability became my permanent companion, and it was during this fragile chapter that I found myself walking back into the arms of a narcissist. Looking back now, I realize how grief created a space where I was more susceptible to manipulation.
Losing my brother is like losing a lighthouse. He was a quiet but steady guide, reminding me of who I was even when life pulled me in directions I didn’t recognize.
After he passed, I lost more than him. I lost my tether to certainty, self-worth, and boundaries. Entering back into a relationship with my narcissist(my brother’s best friend) felt, like being seen.
But is it?
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