The first time someone asked me who I was outside of my marriage, I didn’t know how to answer. Not because I didn’t want to. Because the question didn’t make sense yet. By the time my marriage collapsed, I was in my fifties. I had lived an entire life inside that relationship. I had raised children. I had endured things. I had adapted, survived, functioned. The girl I had been before it all felt like a stranger. I was in therapy three times a week then. Not for growth. Not fo

Breaking free from the grips of a narcissistic, abusive relationship is a courageous step toward reclaiming your life. Yet, the scars...