Roots First: Healing for Victims of Narcissistic Abuse

23/02/2026

Secretary of War Pete Hegseth didn’t hold back.

“King Jesus, we come humbly before Your throne… One Nation Under God and, certainly, In God We Trust.”

That’s open faith from a top official.

No whispers. No shame. 🇺🇸✝️

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19/02/2026

⭐️⭐️⭐️ SCOUTS HONOR: THE SECRET FILES OF THE BOY SCOUTS OF AMERICA ⭐️⭐️⭐️

Bring tissue because your heart will break. But also bring duct tape because your mind will explode.

https://www.bitchute.com/video/AgWsKTRq3jkt.

19/02/2026

🥊 STORY HOUR 🥊

DEBBIE NEWTON

We dated for six volatile years, fraught with many periods of on again/off again.

Now the narc lived about an hour away, and during one of our off again periods, I learned he was at his cousin's house which was in the area and being the love sick puppy I was, I wanted to see him, so I went over there.

Now, his whole cousin clan was in the house, so I didn't want to go in, I wanted him to come out. Well, the cousin clan didn't want him to come out and of course, he has no mind of his own. So, there's me, standing on the suburban front lawn, alone, in the dark, trying to negotiate through the clan for his release.

He's not making an appearance, but without warning, out of nowhere, before I know it, one of the cousin's new drug addled girlfriend, one Miss Debbie Newton, whom I had never met before, came flying out of the house, wearing nothing but a flailing, dingy bathrobe, leaped off the front porch like some sort of crazed ninja stunt man and jumped directly on me, knocking me over, my glasses went flying. I'm dumbfounded. No time to assess, just fight back for survival!

Now the entire clan is on the front lawn, no one intervening, just watching us roll around on the grass, like spectators at an amusement event. I could see all their feet, inching closer and closer -- I thought they were going to start kicking me, too -- but no one stepped in to help me. All I can think about is my glasses. Please don't step on my glasses.

My mind can't comprehend all of this. We all went to school together. I thought we were friends.

Now the object of my misguided affection is among the spectators. But still no intervention.

I beat the brakes off of this chick which is the only reason they finally broke it up, because she was about to be in need of an ambulance. The clan must have forgotten to inform her I was hood raised, so I wasn't having any of this crap from this unknown druggie in the dirty bathrobe.

I finally got up, found my glasses, got in my car and went home. Alone. Without my prize.

Looking back, I can't believe how I left my dignity on that lawn that night...and married him anyway. It never got any better.

19/02/2026

YOU CALL THIS SURVIVAL⁉️
That same voice, came from hundreds of followers, when I posted something similar. I heard you! Let's try this again…

Surviving narcissistic abuse often doesn't feel like true survival; it is recognized as enduring one of the most insidious forms of psychological suffering because it involves a relentless cycle of manipulation, gaslighting, and emotional exploitation. Those who experience this form of abuse frequently find themselves struggling with a distorted sense of reality, making it difficult to trust their own perceptions and instincts. The abuser's tactics are carefully aimed at eroding the victim's self-worth and autonomy, leaving deep emotional scars that can take years to heal.

You are never the same again. You've lost everything, even yourself, and you have to rebuild without anything familiar. In the midst of grief and pain, it feels like you are rebuilding your entire identity, relationships, financial health, physical and mental health, and everything from the ground up, as the experience often strips away your sense of self and worth. You endure painful introspection, where you confront the red flags you ignored or missed and the manipulations and emotional scars left behind. It involves reclaiming your autonomy and understanding that someone else's distorted perceptions do not define your value.
Healing from such a profound betrayal requires incredible resilience, courage, and inner strength. Those who have come through the darkness of narcissistic abuse deserve to feel proud of themselves, as they have shown remarkable strength in overcoming a powerful and often unseen adversary.

17/02/2026

🌺 STORY HOUR 🌺

*AN EXCERPT FROM MY JOURNAL

Sunday

40th Wedding Anniversary
Seven years ago

Forty years. That’s right, count ‘em…Forty.

What do I wake up to…him packing his truck to leave for WORK………okaaaaaaaayyyyyyy…..

And, that’s when the fight started, Officer…

I hadn’t mentioned a word about staying home today. I wanted him to make that decision all on his own. He’s self employed, so it’s entirely up to him. Well, he did…. He chose to leave. Just might be faced with tooooooo many emotional demands on a day like this. Oh, sure, I had dropped a few hints, like texted forty year anniversary memes and such. But, I never said anything. I think even the memes put too much of a strain on him, so he had to just abscond.

In his defense, there was a nice card, and a vase of pink roses on the table. I had requested pink roses for my birthday, way back in June, but no go. Not the season for it, I suppose.

So, he says he sat on the edge of the bed, trying to decide what to do about going to work. He ultimately decided that I would rather he go make some money…on our fortieth wedding anniversary…okayyy…..NOT. Great. Blame it on me.

This led to an all day, and all night exploration, ne, argument, about his ability to make proper choices, as relates to his confidence levels. After all, this is the ‘grown man’ who’s mother tells him when to get in the car, and where to sit in church…and he jumps, without a moment’s hesitation.

Monday

I noticed the roses on the table had begun to wilt, already…I noticed the little packet of flower food that the florist gives you was still laying on the table…I had seen it, but too much going on to really pay attention. I picked it up, only to find, it had not even been opened. So obviously, it was not in the vase, feeding the flowers. And they were struggling. So I opened it and put it in, only to find…not only was the flower food not in the vase…..THERE WASN’T EVEN ANY WATER!!!!!!!!!!! WHAAAAAAT!?!?!

Somehow, to me, this was a pictorial, a metaphor, for my dry, thirsty, arid, married life. There they were. My anniversary bouquet. Wilted and perishing. My 40TH anniversary bouquet, no less. Drying up, dying, withering. For want. Deprivation. Of something so necessary, and so within reach. Right there. Fingertips. But alas, not available.

The Jews wondered in the desert for 40 years…

“The Bible uses 40 to denote completion or fulfillment. It is used 146 times throughout both Testaments. It is the traditional Hebrew number for the duration of a trial of any kind, when times are hard and a person’s faith is tested. The Israelites slaved in hard bo***ge under the Egyptian pharaohs for 400 years, 10 times 40.”

“The instances in which 10 shows up are too numerous to list. Aside from the Ten Commandments, there are a total of 603 other commandments, for a total of 613. 6 plus 1 plus 3 equals 10. 10 is a psychologically satisfying number. We don’t care as much for top 9 lists as we do for top 10 lists. We have 10 appendages on the ends of our hands and feet. So it is natural for 10 to be an important number throughout the Bible. It indicates completion, just as 4, 12, 3, and 40.

Noah was the 10th patriarch before the Flood.

John 3:16 is the thesis of the entire Bible. It is the mirror image of the number of laws in the Old Testament, and thus, its digits add up to 10. God promises not to destroy S***m and Gomorrah if only 10 righteous people can be found in them.

Jesus performed a total of 37 miracles across the Gospels. 3 plus 7 equals 10. In the original Greek, he says some variation of the word “fulfill” 10 times in each Gospel. He quotes Deuteronomy more than any other book of the Old Testament, 46 times. 4 plus 6 equals 10.”

So, obviously, I filled the vase with water and added the pack of flower FOOD… FLOWER SUSTENANCE…

Almost immediately, they began to come to life. To be revived. Rejuvenated. Saved from needless demise. I was stunned…don’t know why, it made sense, but I guess I figured they were too far gone…like my marriage…..but there they were, restored to like-new freshness…..I just stared at them, and marveled…I knew this meant something. Something profound, and significant…but, my mind was reeling…couldn’t quite wrap my head around what was being portrayed here, but I knew it was something…something big…overwhelming, even…

After that, things began to become different….

We rounded some kind of corner…..

17/02/2026

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Good stuff. 👍

STOP BEING NICE TO A NARCISSIST - DO THIS INSTEAD - Jordan Peterson
https://youtu.be/2be5raB1bMM?si=2tJwI7qBstqJ8wjE