How Surviving Narcissistic Abuse Led Me to Find My Voice, My Faith, and My Purpose

There are battles I never imagined I’d fight — and even fewer I thought I’d survive.

Especially not the kind of battles that happen inside your mind, behind closed doors, wearing the mask of love, faith, and loyalty.

I was married to a man who was supposed to cover me, a pastor who was supposed to protect me.

Instead, I lived in a private war zone of mental abuse, confusion, financial control, isolation, and spiritual manipulation.

The very faith that once strengthened me started to feel like a cage.

There were nights I stared at the ceiling wondering if I had lost myself completely.

There were mornings I woke up hollow, asking God if He even heard me anymore.

I wasn’t just surviving narcissistic abuse —

I was surviving the shattering of everything I thought was sacred.

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The Breaking Point: Returning to My Hometown with Nothing But Fragments

Eventually, the weight of the emotional warfare became too heavy.

I had to make a decision — the kind that costs you everything except your soul.

I left.

I relocated back to my hometown — financially broken, spiritually exhausted, emotionally raw.

I battled shame.

I battled silence.

I battled the temptation to give up on God, on healing, on ever feeling whole again.

But somewhere in the rubble, something inside of me refused to die.

A whisper, faint but real: You still have a purpose.

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Rebuilding: Finding My Voice Again Through Writing

I didn’t heal overnight.

Healing after narcissistic abuse is messy, sacred, and brutally honest.

But little by little, I started to feel myself breathe again.

I picked up a pen — something I hadn’t touched in a long time — and wrote words I didn’t even know were still alive inside me.

Every word I wrote was a piece of me returning.

Every confession was a chain breaking.

Every journal entry was a heartbeat getting stronger.

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Why I Chose The Survivor’s Pen

I realized my healing wasn’t just for me.

My scars had stories.

My silence had broken open into survival.

And The Survivor’s Pen was born — a signature, a promise to myself and every woman who feels forgotten, voiceless, or unworthy.

I am not just surviving. I am rewriting.

With every pen stroke, I declare: You are allowed to survive. You are allowed to rise. You are allowed to heal loudly.

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The Birth of Resilient Minds

Through my own survival, I realized something most people don’t talk about:

Healing doesn’t start after you leave.

It starts while you’re still surviving.

When you’re trapped in the confusion, the isolation, the silent wars behind closed doors —

you need more than hope.

You need a survival strategy.

You need a mental exit plan.

You need a safe space to think, feel, document, and prepare.

That’s why I created Resilient Minds: A Survival Workbook for Women Facing Narcissistic Abuse.

It’s not just a book.

It’s a lifeline.

It’s the guide I wish I had when my mind was under siege but my heart was still holding on.

Inside Resilient Minds, you’ll find:

• Mental survival prompts to strengthen your clarity and courage
• Strategic space to document, plan, and prepare your way to freedom
• Affirmations to mentally armor yourself against gaslighting and doubt
• Tools to protect your mind even before your body escapes

This workbook isn’t about just writing your pain —

It’s about writing your survival.

If you’re still living it, still fighting quietly, still dreaming of freedom — Resilient Minds was created for you.

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This Blog is My Rebirth

This blog — my sacred space — is where I bleed truth, write healing, and breathe hope.

It’s where I speak the things survivors are often too ashamed to say.

It’s where my inner child, my wounded woman, and my warrior spirit come together.

This is my home.

This is my pen.

This is my survival — spoken.

Thank you for walking this journey with me.

Welcome to The Survivor’s Pen.

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— Written in survival, sealed in purpose.

Spokn | The Survivor’s Pen