The pattern is set… The story starts with my father, who was the first narcissist in my life. After beginning to pick up the shattered
We all know that sinking feeling when we dare to share ourselves deeply, only wanting to be heard, and instead someone minimizes us and our situation, telling us we shouldn’t be feeling the way we do or thinking the things we are. Then, we silence ourselves and retreat back into our protective shell as shame overtakes us. This is an exploration of the societal standard that prevents people from truly being present with one another.
Some time ago, I learned of the death of a man who I knew socially. We were not close, and I knew little about him,
