I Survived a Narcissist: Living through chaos and abuse from a self-obsessed lover (Real Experiences: Narcissistic Personality Disorder Book 1)

I didn’t realise I was being abused. It was only a two-year relationship. But it turned toxic fast.There were no bruises. No broken bones. Nothing I could point to and say, “this is wrong.”Just a slow, invisible erosion of who I was… until one day, I barely recognised myself.I fell in love with someone who would slowly dismantle me.Ending a relationship with a manipulative and abusive alcoholic was never going to be simple. Entangled in a narcissist’s web, I barely “escaped” with my sanity. What began as love twisted into confusion, control, and quiet devastation. The rules kept changing. The ground kept shifting. And somehow, everything became my fault.This is what non-physical domestic abuse looks like.It doesn’t shout. It whispers.It isolates you.It rewrites your thoughts until you question your own memory, your own instincts, your own worth.It convinced me to stay when every part of me was trying to leave.And when I finally did, it didn’t end there.Because the hardest part wasn’t leaving.It was understanding what had happened to me.In this book, I share my real experiences of emotional and psychological abuse: the gaslighting, the coercive control, the subtle manipulation that chipped away at my identity piece by piece. These weren’t dramatic, one-off events. They were everyday moments—small, almost invisible—until they became everything.I lived in something I couldn’t quite explain.I was told I was “too sensitive,” “too emotional,” “not enough”… until I believed it.I doubted my own reality.I lost trust in my own voice.If any part of that feels familiar, I need you to hear this:You are not imagining it.And you are not alone.This is not just a story of survival. It’s a story of waking up. Of slowly, painfully, and powerfully reclaiming myself. Of learning to trust my own thoughts again. My own feelings. My own truth.There are no neat endings here. No perfect answers. Healing isn’t linear, and freedom doesn’t arrive all at once. Sometimes it’s quiet. Sometimes it’s fragile. Sometimes it’s just one small decision to choose yourself.But there is a moment—a turning point—when something shifts.The moment I realised…It wasn’t me.And from that moment, everything began to change.