I haven’t suffered from narcissistic abuse, but I have seen it and the damage it can do to a person. This poem in quadrille format describes the darkness and manipulation, and there are links to help resources.

Sometimes, people die because they feel “less than”; they die because they think they’re alone. They think they’re the only ones crying in the night, because they’re crying alone and don’t feel safe enough to talk about it. We. Have. To Talk. About. It.