Good morning, Trench Dwellers!
What did you think about last week's stories about narcissistic parents? I'm so incredibly impressed by Marcy and Amelia. They both overcame not being loved unconditionally by a parent, and they both chose in their adult lives to put boundaries in place. Boundaries that take a stand in saying "I deserve better, my family deserves better, and I will no longer be treated this way." It takes incredible strength to stand up to a parent this way. Read and share their stories on the blog.
This week, our trench stories will be from women who had abortions. I want to preface this with a gentle reminder that our authors are beautiful, brave women who need love, encouragement, and support—just like any other authors sharing about any other trenches. You may not agree with or support their choice, you may wish another choice had been made, but I hope we can find the compassion and grace to acknowledge that these women are not ‘less than’ because of this choice.These women are putting their broken, aching hearts on the line for the Trench Community to respond to like we always do: with warmth, empathy, and love.
NEEDS & OPPORTUNITIES
We are currently looking for women to share resources for a new Additional Resources page. What websites, songs, books, apps, podcasts, TED talks, blogs, newsletters, or other resources helped you through your trench? Send me an email if you have any resources to share.
Also, we are looking for a Social Media Director to oversee our Facebook, Twitter, and Instagram accounts. Our ideal candidate is knowledgeable and enthusiastic about all social media outlets, someone who is creative as well as thoughtful when interacting with online communities and building relationships. The candidate also needs to be compassionate and empathic towards our audience—women who are experiencing the trenches of life and finding healing, support, and encouragement through sharing their stories. If you or someone you know would be a good fit, please email me!
Founder, Stories from the Trenches
This past weekend, I got the privilege of representing Stories from the Trenches (SFTT) at our first women's conference. I was blessed to share SFTT with more women and share the story of how this website and community were formed. Got a little teary-eyed a couple times as I talked about Eli and needing purpose in my grief.
My time spent at the conference was made even more worthwhile when I got the chance to speak to a woman who knows someone who is pregnant and received the same diagnosis as Eli. Oh, how I wish that woman had also attended! I wanted to throw my arms around her and never let go. I may never meet this pregnant woman, but I do know that the conversation alone solidified my love for the hurting, the broken, the shattered.
This week, we will be hearing stories about the trench of abortion. But the stories are just the start—continue the support, conversation and encouragement in the blog comments and in the forums:
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The Daughter of a Narcissist
Mother's Day 2016. I stood in front of the racks of cards, staring at them. I picked them up one by one: "A Mother's Heart Makes a Home." No. "Mother, You Are My Best Friend." Um, no way. "For a Precious Mom." I wish. "For a Mom who sacrificed so much." Nope, nope, nope.
Beginning to Believe
There’s a racquetball lodged firmly in my throat. My eyelids are burning, and the back of my head feels cold and heavy, like an icy hand is pushing my gaze toward the ground. A plastic device shaped a bit like a bean and roughly the size of a car-key remote is buzzing intermittently in my left hand; I’m holding its vibrating twin in my right. The muscles along the backside of my left leg are in full-blown spasm—I have never experienced anything like this before. I open my eyes and express my concern about these twitchy muscles to a slight brunette sitting a couple feet away. The beans stop jumping for a while, and she explains what’s happening.