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Cherilyn Clough is a Shanachie, Stargazer, Cat Whisperer and Survivor of Narcissistic Abuse. She’s writing a memoir because what happens in childhood, never stays in childhood.

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Hi Friends, It’s Freedom Friday! You might be out from under the control of the narcissist, but if you’re still carrying the residual expectations, shame or any other burdens, you aren’t completely free. Sometimes that narc’s tape keeps replaying in your head, or maybe the flying monkeys keep hanging around to remind you that you are not completely free. Regardless of whatever might be holding you down, don’t shame yourself over it. Simply observe yourself. What’s keeping you from total freedom? What stands in the way of your goals? What negative tapes would you like to destroy? Becoming free is hard work—it’s more than moving out. It might mean evicting all the narc’s words from your mind. Or reinforcing your boundaries to say no. It might even look like not sitting in a church that won’t treat you with equality. Freedom comes when our inner principles are aligned with our outer behavior. We can dream and pray for freedom—but sometimes we need to take the next step to cut the ties and set ourselves free. The weekend is a good time reassess your priorities. What will it take for you to live in total freedom? #freedomfriday #littleredsurvivor #free #freedom #freedomfromnarcissisticabuse #narcissisticabuse #narcissist #narcissism

Hi Friends! It’s Wake Up Wednesday! There are two participants in every relationship and if one party stops caring, giving, communicating, sharing or in any way doesn’t bother to return your calls or texts, the wake up is to let go. Many survivors are invested in family or friends who don’t reciprocate. This can happen with the narc and flying monkeys, but it can also happen with friends, family and even church. If people stop speaking to you because you disagree about religion or politics, then it wasn’t much of a friendship—they were probably just an acquaintance. If they listen to lies about you, don’t waste your breath trying to explain yourself. The fact is most people are quite superficial. If you should feel abandoned by those you thought were friends, it doesn’t mean something is wrong with you—many people live very superficial lives. You deserve better. One of my best friends has known me for years, but we had an interlude of distance and no communication for over twenty years. When we reconnected on social media, I realized she is a person of substance. She doesn’t pretend. She isn’t fake. She won’t abandon me. Friends like this are hard to find. Most people have only one or two close friends in a lifetime, but we can increase those numbers by selectively nurturing those who are true kindred spirits. Whatever you do, don’t waste your time worrying about people who have made it obvious they won’t take time for you. Find people who can reciprocate—otherwise it’s not a relationship. #wakeupwednesday #littleredsurvivor #selfcare #friendship #beyourself #qualityoverquantity #narcissisticabuse #survivingnarcissistabuse

My feet spun with excitement to discover two large cardboard angels. They looked exactly like the ones Mama gave me to put on the felt board at church. Their glittery, golden wings stretched higher than my shoulders because they were almost as tall as I was. I embraced them with joy and rushed to show Mama because I thought they were real angels sent to protect me. “Look, Mama! Angels!” Mama immediately snatched them from my hands, ran to the burn barrel in the backyard and threw them into the flames. I ran after her, begging her not to do it, but she insisted it must be done because they might have germs. I watched those angels stand tall in the fire, just like the martyrs they were. First, their feet burned, then their hands and harps turned blue and melted into a distortion. Finally, the flames licked up over their joyful, singing faces until there was nothing left of them, but pieces of ash floating toward heaven.  I ran back into the house looking through the rest of the cupboards, but there were no more angels. Even though I wasn’t sure what I needed protection from, I felt a desperate need for angels. I slumped down on the back step, wondering if angels would hang around a house where their friends had burned. As I grew older, I began to search for angels in my bedroom or the backyard. At supper, I’d motion toward an empty chair and ask, “Do you think an angel’s sitting there?” Always eager to encourage my faith, Mama would smile and say, “You never know, angels are everywhere!” #memoirmonday #story #littleredsurvivor #angels #cherilynchristenclough

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