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When Family Values Become A Weapon As a resident psychiatrist, I have sat with numerous patients who carry a quiet, confusing grief — one that does not come from

As a Resident Psychiatrist who has walked the labyrinth of human minds, and someone who has personally survived the quiet, corrosive shadow of narcissistic abuse, I have come to

A Psychiatrist’s Reflection On Silent Wounds That Echo Into Adulthood As a Resident Psychiatrist, I have sat across from countless teenagers and young children trying to explain a pain

A Psychiatrist’s Reflection From Both Sides Of The Wound Dear readers, Being a Resident Psychiatrist and a narcissistic abuse survivor, I have sat on both sides of the room. 

There is a particular moment in Narcissistic abuse that barely gets talked about — the moment when you begin to space away.  Not loudly, not dramatically. Just quietly, internally,

By a Resident Psychiatrist & a Survivor  When Words Become Wounds I still remember the first time a sentence made me doubt my own sanity. It wasn’t shouted. It

A Psychiatrist’s Personal Reflection On Words That Wound Quietly There is a particular kind of silence that follows emotional harm inflicted by words that sound harmless. As a Resident

I want to begin with something bitter-especially coming from a Psychiatrist. Some of the most psychologically dangerous statements I have encountered in narcissistic abuse sound intelligent, ethical, and even

“The most dangerous voices are not the ones that scream — but the ones that whisper doubt into your sense of self.”  When Words Are Used As Weapons I

“Obsessive–Compulsive Disorder is not about being neat or organized. It is about being trapped in a mind that refuses to feel safe.” If you have already read my previous

“OCD is not about being neat. It is about being afraid—deeply, persistently, and often silently.” My dear readers, As a psychiatrist, I often encounter people who come to me

“The mind can become a prison when fear is given a key.” As a psychiatrist, I often encounter people who walk into my OPD carrying an invisible burden. They