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longtire

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falling apart
« Reply #45 on: April 20, 2005, 11:05:07 PM »
Hi Guest, glad to see you here with us.  Do whatever you need to do to make it through and take care of yourself in any way that helps right now.
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« Reply #46 on: April 21, 2005, 12:50:33 AM »
Hello Guest,

Thanks for your honest, heartwrenching, vulnerable and daring post.
It takes real guts to reach out like you did, much more bravery than
suicide would be.  THis is a safe place. I come here to read posts but
don't post often.

I am a 50 year old woman whose N parent told me
that I wasnt emotinally stable enough to have children. I took their
advice and sometimes regret it. I now know they are were just projecting their own dislike of having children. I sometimes feel desperate pain
about all the lost years when I spent most of my time doubting myself.

You are not alone. I too had a N husband and numerous N boyfriends.
There is hope in finding out all about them and how to avoid them.
At least half of all therapists are Narcissists. Please try to find one who
is not, and who can validate you.

What stops me from suicide is not wanting the N's to get the better of me.
They are not worth running from. Better to try and ignore them. Seek out
your own bliss, even if you are alone. My best companions in life have
been my hobbies, pursuits, books, interests.  I hope that you can find some relief in my post. If not just disregard.

We all speak from our own experience, and each one of us is different.
And valuable. That includes you.

Your writing is powerful. Maybe try writing poetry?

Reaching a hand back to you.

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« Reply #47 on: April 25, 2005, 08:46:01 PM »
I am so glad you made it through another day.  Thank you for being honest enough to post on this site.

You did bring up something that resounds with me.  As my years of childbearing are closing, I have found other ways to celebrate children.  

I have become an "auntie" to ever so many kids.  We go out for ice cream, we swing in the park.  They discuss things they would never discuss with their parents.  A lot of my kids call me their second mother.  

As someone who desperately wanted children, I do now have them.  And you know what? ? ? ? Everyone of them is a special gift of joy to me. . . and when I think suicidal thoughts, just the thought of their faces bring me back.