I wouldn’t normally post this late but I am sort of reeling from the diagnosis of my mother either being narcissistic personality disorder and/or borderline sociopath.
I feel…I don’t know. Relief? To give it a name is great after all these years but to realise there is no cure for the sociopath part is just so saddening.
I feel like I need to give up on her and walk away. I have learned today that my actions or feelings are of no consequence to her at all. I am a toy. A play thing. A minion. I exist only to serve her whims.
I feel like it is time to get off the hamster wheel. So why do I feel so heart broken?