Narcissisist Nab

You don’t recognise yourself anymore or know what you want.

And even if you did know what you wanted - you don’t say it.

That’s what I hear from almost every woman who walks through the door after leaving.

I don’t even know who I am anymore.

That’s where we start.

🩷🩷Save this if you disappeared in a thousand small agreements. And left in a thousand tiny pieces.

🩷We all did.

Leaving was the first step.
But what comes after that?
That’s the part no one gives you a map for.

That’s why I created Shifted Sisters.

It’s a private community of women who are done just surviving and ready to actually come home to themselves.

Women who get it because they’ve lived it.
Women who won’t rush you, won’t minimise what you’ve been through, and won’t let you do this alone.

Inside, you get a real path forward.
Not just “heal at your own pace” with no direction.
An actual framework built from four decades of lived experience and over a decade of professional practice.

The kind of guidance that meets you exactly where you are and walks with you into who you’re becoming.

Because healing after this kind of relationship isn’t something you should have to figure out by yourself. And you don’t have to.

Shifted Sisters is opening its doors 🩷

Comment GIRLSCLUB and I’ll send you everything you need to know.

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Someone handed you a story about yourself a long time ago.

That you were too much.
Or not enough.
That something in you invited it.
That a smarter, stronger woman would have seen it sooner.
Left sooner.
Recovered sooner.

You didn’t make that story up.

It was built by people in positions of authority.
People who were supposed to understand what happened inside relationships like yours, and they got it profoundly wrong.

And the women who came after them?
They inherited that framework.
Passed it to doctors, judges, family members, therapists.

Passed it to you, quietly, in every question that put the weight back in your court.

So if you’ve spent years cross-examining yourself

if the cruelest voice in the room has been your own

I want you to understand something.

That voice didn’t come from you.

It came from a world that spent sixty years asking the wrong question.

The right question and the one that changes everything, isn’t what was wrong with you.

It’s what happened to you.

And what it cost you.

And who you still are underneath everything it took.

That’s where we start.

🙋‍♀️ Save this for the next time that voice gets loud.

🙋‍♀️ And send it to a woman who’s still carrying a story that was never hers to carry.

Someone handed you a story about yourself a long time ago.

That you were too much.
Or not enough.
That something in you invited it.
That a smarter, stronger woman would have seen it sooner.
Left sooner.
Recovered sooner.

You didn’t make that story up.

It was built by people in positions of authority.
People who were supposed to understand what happened inside relationships like yours, and they got it profoundly wrong.

And the women who came after them?
They inherited that framework.
Passed it to doctors, judges, family members, therapists.

Passed it to you, quietly, in every question that put the weight back in your court.

So if you’ve spent years cross-examining yourself

if the cruelest voice in the room has been your own

I want you to understand something.

That voice didn’t come from you.

It came from a world that spent sixty years asking the wrong question.

The right question and the one that changes everything, isn’t what was wrong with you.

It’s what happened to you.

And what it cost you.

And who you still are underneath everything it took.

That’s where we start.

🙋‍♀️ Save this for the next time that voice gets loud.

🙋‍♀️ And send it to a woman who’s still carrying a story that was never hers to carry.

Save this for the day you forget.

The noise is the proof your mind finally feels safe enough to look.

The story he told about you was never yours to carry.

You don’t owe him another chapter.

I know what it costs to do this alone.

I couldn’t find the right path back to myself after narcissistic and coercive abuse.

So, I created my signature three stage framework called The Freedom Shift. A three stage journey from
Safety ➡️ Identity ➡️ Embodiment.

Shifted Sisters is the community where women walk that path together.

Comment ‘GIRLSCLUB’ and I’ll send you all the details.

Send it to a sister still stuck in his version of her. 🩷

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If you have just read these words and something in you has gone still.

If your eyes filled at a sentence and you do not know why.

If your hands are shaking a little.

If you are reading and re-reading because something just clicked.

That is your body recognising.

That is the part of you who has known for years finally being heard.

You have just put a name to something you have been carrying without one. For years. Maybe decades.

Take a breath. Take ten if you need to.

You do not need to do anything with this yet.
You do not need to leave.
You do not need to decide.
You do not need to tell anyone.

You only need to know this.

What you experienced was real. It has a name.
There is research.
There are laws.
There are millions of women standing exactly where you are standing now.

What you sensed was true.
You were seeing clearly the whole time.

She has been waiting for you to know. 🩷

If you have just landed here, welcome.

I’m Margi.

I help women come home to themselves after narcissistic abuse.

Forty years inside it taught me what the wound looks like.

Eight years of clinical practice taught me how to help survivors find the LOST SELF and come home.

👉 Save this if you need to find me again.

👉 Follow for the work.

👉 Comment GIRLSCLUB to learn about Shifted Sisters. 🩷

Everyone thinks the hard part is leaving.

No one tells you about the loneliness and the self doubt that show up months, sometimes years, after the relationship ended.

Or the simple decisions you cannot make without asking everyone else if you got it right.

The supermarket carpark where you sit and watch other women carry their lives easily, and wonder why yours feels so heavy.

The version of you who said yes when she meant no, and only realised on the drive home.

This is the part no one explains. And it is why a woman who has done all the right things still feels stuck.

No one tells you how to find your Lost Self. How to rebuild a new identity. That is the hard work. The underneath work. The work that runs behind every ordinary moment of her day.

And here is the part no one tells you either.

This is not where you stay.

The decisions get easier. The carpark days get further apart. The light comes back. Not because you fixed yourself. Because you found her. The woman who was here before him.

She is still in there.
She has been waiting.
She is closer than you think. 🩷

👉 Comment if you’ve sat in that carpark.
👉 If you cannot say no without spiralling.
👉 If you long for the easy life you see other women living.

I see you. And she is on her way back.

Nobody tells you this part.

They say you’ll “get back to yourself.”

That healing means returning to who you were before him.

But that’s not what happens.

That’s not what happens at all.

One day you won’t feel like yourself anymore.
You’ll feel like yourself for the first time.

There’s a difference.

AND IT’S EVERYTHING.

You’re not going back to the version of you that existed before him.
She couldn’t see what you can see now.
She didn’t know what you know now.

You’re becoming a version of yourself you haven’t met yet.

And it’s intoxicating.

That’s what nobody puts on the recovery brochure.

That’s what I want you to hold onto on the hard days.

Not “you’ll get back to normal.”

But something so much bigger than that.

You are becoming someone extraordinary.

And she’s almost here. 🩷

SAVE this for the hard days.
SHARE it with the woman who’s in them right now.