As I started coming to terms with the damage that my father’s narcissism had done to me, I also had to ask myself disturbing questions.
Had I become something like him? Had growing up with him taught me to be a narcissist? Was I going to become the abuser he had become?
Many people who are raised by narcissists turn into narcissistic abusers, too. I had to re-evaluate myself — my inner shame and some of my outer behaviors — in light of what I learned about him. These were not pleasant questions to ask myself.
This is the first installment of the thoughts I’m having as I finally write my book about having been raised by a narcissist. The YouTube site is here. (Please subscribe if you’d like to keep up with this project.) Or you can watch the embedded video below.

When the night is dark and quiet, my open heart expects a miracle
If you beg someone to make you his priority, you hurt yourself
Creative process isn’t pretty, but it provides real joy when it works
When doubt wakes me at dawn, my world seems a lonely place
I have new book coming about living well in a broken culture
What’s the point of a secret crush if heart isn’t ready to accept love?