In the stillness of these past few days, I've found myself staring at an empty screen, watching the cursor pulse like a heartbeat against white space. The words that usually flow so freely now feel trapped beneath the weight of an unspeakable loss.
I write about narcissistic abuse, to extend a lifeline to others navig…
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