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About the book:
From Heaven to Hell to Healed, How to Survive and Thrive after a Narcissistic, Sociopathic Relationship is a raw story of survival. The yo-yo of what, by appearances, was the ideal relationship that is then shattered by a harsher reality than anyone should have to face. How do you deal with going from elation to suddenly being dropped onto the cold hard ground? There are three distinct states of the process: the falling, the discovery and pain, and the healing. The author hopes this account will help readers know that they are not alone in facing these difficulties and that they can get through it all and eventually heal.

Before I could ease the weight of grief and sorrow.
I had to first meet those parts of me.
The parts I had pushed out onto the wastelands.
The parts I had treated with neglect and fear.
These parts of me,
born from moments of pain and trauma, had become monstrous to my mind.
I was scared of greeting them,
seeing what I had done from shutting them away and tearing out their tongues. Fearful of the guilt and shame these monstrous parts of me might make me feel; guilt for my actions, words and deeds. Scared of Filling with shame, as the smears of dirt still held in my fibre are revealed in all their sh*tty glory.
Yet, when I entered the wastelands, to call these ugly parts of me back, waiting to be filled with disgust at the mere sight of them.
I saw instead, broken parts of me, in need of love and care. Each needing to be seen, heard and felt; no longer neglected.
To be, instead,
acknowledged in love.
I no longer felt to push these parts of me away.
But only to hold these pieces of myself; the broken child, the lost woman, the distorted teen; holding them into my heart. Hugging them with tenderness and strength, until they started to melt back into me, filling my heart and making me whole again.
No longer fragmented.
No longer fearing the monster, instead feeling me.

• Art by Miles Johnston •
• Words by Brigit Anna McNeill •