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The reason why I write... This is the corner of #ps123k in Brooklyn, New York. On March 7th, 1992, a Saturday afternoon, a passerby was walking by and noticed an unresponsive woman lying on the ground, behind the school. She called 911, and shortly thereafter,...

Narcissistic abuse leaves you so confused. It's like trying to make sense of the nonsensical. It’s like living in a world where mailboxes are purple, and fire trucks are blue. A world where people say, “She’s nice, what’s wrong with you?” A world where it feels...